Words of comfort needed

My father is now 82 and was diagnosed with cancer 18 months ago and to be honest i didnt really know how to take it. Becuase they looked ok i was in denial we mustered along and now he is bed bound. Unable to do anything for himself. Once a proud man now bed bound. Every day i feel like im just watching him die a little more and i see him suffering. Although his body doesnt really work any more. His eyes and fave tell a story of pain and suffering he has always been a strong man and still to this day he is still him strong self if that makes sense but to watch him kills me i see the look of sadness in his eyes and sometimes i feel like my dad is thinking the worlds things but doesnt say.

 

i dont really have anyone i can talk to. I sit here reading everyones issues to find comfort although its other peoples posts i relate to them and seek comfort in replies like theyre for me.

i dont want my dad to leave but i dont want to see him suffer also.

i know hes not going to get better. My dad did so mucj for us growing up we grow up on little money but my mum amd dad made sure we never felt this. 

I hear of the sacrifices and things my dad endured to bring me and my siblings up and it kills me 

i also know i never did enough to show my appreciation for this 

we act like our parents will be around for ever and now the time is almost up

i dont even know how i feel at times but feel heavy and dead at the same time i have my own family to bring up but dont feel like il have the strentgh to do this i feel like i want to give up but i know i cant but at the same tome im broke 

 

im scared im going to fail my daughter in her upbringing

 

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  • Much love & hugs to you & your Dad, Lonely-Muslim. 

    My Dad died in September at the age of 82 from cancer. I can relate to a lot of what you write in your post re your Dad. 

    While my Dad was still relatively well enough, I told him one day that I'm so grateful he was my Dad in this lifetime. I wanted him to know that. 

    He didn't say much in response, but after he died I discovered he'd called my Sister & told her how much it meant to him me saying that. 

    You know, in the end, sometimes you don't necessarily need any pearls of wisdom, a hug & telling a dear one how much they're loved is more than enough. 

    I also speak as a cancer survivor myself. 

    I keep returning to this forum for posts like yours. It can demonstrate the power of the human spirit & the magnificence of each of us, 

    Sending you my warmest wishes. X

     

  • Im sorry to hear about the loss of your father.

    i dont really know what to say to my father incase i trigger emotions in him. 

    I apologised once to him and he was like never apologise to me your my son and i love you.

    he also prays for me and my family even in his condition and that kills me. Being so unwell he still thinks about the well being of the rest of us. I always knew losing either of my parents would be the biggest issue for me be it my dad is 82 life seems to have gone by so quick that my life and our life feels like it all happened in the blink of aneye. Altough there was so much time it feels like it wasnt that may or may not make sense

     

  • My Dad was also worried about me, despite his own failing health. We never stop being their "kids", regardless of how old we get, eh? ;) 

    From my perspective I didn't want to have any regrets, so to this end, I visited or rang him as often as I could. 

    I was present with him, whilst in his company. I made sure he knew what he meant to me. 

    On a lighter note, he rang me when day & told me he knew what songs he wanted at his funeral: 

    I was like, OK, right... 

    Continuing, he told me his choice was Wham's, 'Wake me up before you go go' & Elvis', 'Return To Sender'. He was a joker right till the end! Ha ha 

    As an interesting footnote to the tale, we did honour this request & play those songs at his funeral. It got a laugh as well. 

    The wake was held at a pub/restaurant we'd not been to before, & on the walls was a picture of Elvis & George Michael. 

    I was stunned & took it s a sign my Dad was there in spirit. X

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  • My Dad was also worried about me, despite his own failing health. We never stop being their "kids", regardless of how old we get, eh? ;) 

    From my perspective I didn't want to have any regrets, so to this end, I visited or rang him as often as I could. 

    I was present with him, whilst in his company. I made sure he knew what he meant to me. 

    On a lighter note, he rang me when day & told me he knew what songs he wanted at his funeral: 

    I was like, OK, right... 

    Continuing, he told me his choice was Wham's, 'Wake me up before you go go' & Elvis', 'Return To Sender'. He was a joker right till the end! Ha ha 

    As an interesting footnote to the tale, we did honour this request & play those songs at his funeral. It got a laugh as well. 

    The wake was held at a pub/restaurant we'd not been to before, & on the walls was a picture of Elvis & George Michael. 

    I was stunned & took it s a sign my Dad was there in spirit. X

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