I'm hoping this isn't triggering for anyone else but it's something I'm struggling to comprehend.
A week ago my lovely father passed away at home. He had been diagnosed with very late stage cancer two months prior and it had made its way to his brain.
He was keen to stay at home and so, we did everything we could to make this happen. We adapted the house - including hospital bed and over the final few days he deteriorated quickly, mostly unconscious, with a driver delivering pain relief and a relaxant.
All was going 'well', while he wasn't awake/alert, we'd play his favourite music, chat to him, friends and family visited.
We had all presumed he would drift off peacefully in his sleep, as everyone seems to say in these situations.
However a couple of hours before he died, he suddenly started crying out in pain. It was the middle of the night and while we had a care worker with us and a neighbour who's a doctor came round, neither were able to administer any pain relief.
It took an hour for help (nurses) to arrive and give him extra morphine. He then did calm down but then about an hour later he died.
It was incredibly traumatic for me and my mum and siblings to witness, and we are struggling to process what happened.
How can I come to terms with what happened? I never thought his life would end like this.