Dad diagnosed with oesophageal cancer early Feb. We were told it was terminal early March and he was given about a year to live. He’s deteriorated rapidly and we were told yesterday it could be weeks, or even days. Moving to a hospice tomorrow.
I live 5 hours away and have been with him in hospital since Wednesday. Back home tonight and to a hen do tomorrow - worst timing possible, but I’m MOH to a childhood best friend and Dad is very sure I simply must go.
I’ll go back Monday until who knows when. My brother and uncle and of course my poor mum will be there over the weekend. The doctor thinks until Monday should be fine.
Work are being good. I’m lucky.
He’s only 56. I’m 21 weeks pregnant. My dad will never meet my baby, his first grandchild. He’s being so strong and brave and it’s just not fair.
I love my dad so much. He’s one of the only people who really gets me, who’s always made me feel like it’s okay to be myself.
How can I do this? My heart is breaking. This is the worst pain I’ve ever felt.