My poor Dad is really ill. He's at the end of his days and it's so painful to watch. I've not really been able to talk about it as I'm trying to be strong for everyone else. My DH is supportive but not in an instinctive way. I'm soooo tired looking after the two kids and going up and down to visit him in hospital and with each drive back home, I'm wondering if it's the last time I'll see him alive. I'm fine one minute and then burst into tears the next.
I feel ashamed to be moaning on here as my Mum and others seem to get on with it without feeling so sorry for themselves. I wish I was more positive about it because he has had a good life but I feel I'm mourning for someone who is still with us. He has dementia, lymphoma, kidney problems and had a mini stroke last week. I'm just wondering what else nature is going to fling at him. He's just a shadow of his former self.
Thanks for reading this far.