My Dad was diagnosed with bowel cancer 3 years ago. Further testing showed he already had liver mets so was given a terminal prognosis and given a maximum of 6 months to live.
He showed no signs of being unwell so he went through lots of chemo, radiotherapy and a failed liver resection plus other surgery to put in a stoma.
He was so strong and courageous , he carried on as if nothing had happened.
Last week he was decorating and planning his garden. Today he is laid in a hospital bed unable to move because he is so so exhausted and is having morphine. He is gravely ill.
He wants to go home and has signed discharge papers but they are saying checks are needed and a care plan put into place which takes a fair amount of time to organise.
I don't think he will make it home and I won't get to say goodbye to him. I live on the other side of the world and I want to be there but can't.
I want it to be quick for Dad, he would struggle to be dependent on others and for his family to have to care for him. I want to remember him as the strong, dependable and loving Dad who gave him such fabulous childhood memories. He taught me so many silly skills that make me laugh now and ones that I have been passing onto my daughter.
He is amazing and it is so difficult not being with him. The sadness is overwhelming.
I just needed to get it all out, sorry.