Hi everyone, my wonderful kind selfless dad died yesterday morning. I'm utterly heartbroken.
He had throat cancer a couple of years ago - got through the other side (it was rough few months) then found out it early December 2025 it had metastasized to most places - bones, lungs etc. He had lost a lot of weight and was very frail. Had one immunotherapy treatment just before Christmas but went downhill after that - with a couple of hospital visits - before going in last Sunday with 8 broken ribs (due to bone cancer) and pneumonia. It was soon apparent he wouldn't survive this and was put on a syringe driver with pain relief.
I saw him every day, but got there about an hour after he died on Friday morning. All I could see when I closed my eyes was him struggling, he said he wanted it to end. It was so distressing to see. I played him voice notes from his dear grandchildren, he was crying. I love him so much. I didn't know whether I should see him after he died, but I decided to - as the image of him struggling was awful - but now his body is all that I can picture.
I'm calm one minute doing the ironing then a broken sobbing mess the next.