His melanoma was so aggressive. I saw him on Sunday 20th July, the day before we were due to go to Greece on holiday. He was very ill, not eating, sick, covered in black patches on his head. My brother and sister were there with me. We insisted he get the doctor to see him, who came out that night. Dad was adamant that I take the kids on holiday and was angry when I said I didn't want to go. rang mum on Monday - he was comfortable - the doc had given him anti-sickness injection and he wasn't throwing up every 5 mins. But when we were away, he was taken to St James' in Leeds. He deteriorated so quickly. Was on morphine for last 7 days. We had a phone call Monday afternoon, from my sister, to get back asap. Managed to get flight back to Gatwick Tuesday pm, but brother rang back later that day. Dad died at 830pm Monday night.
Saddest journey of my life back from holiday.
My dad was a wonderful, lovely kind man and did not deserve to die from this horrible disease in 4 short months.
I went to see him today in the chapel of rest. So glad I did. His funeral is next Thursday. We are scattering his ashes in a lovely forest close to home.
I will miss you dad. xx