Hi, I don’t know where to start.

my 64year old dad was diagnosed with a brain tumour last week, I am 23, his only daughter and I am taking care of him. I feel sick to my stomach with fear, anger and sadness.

My dad is my best friend, my hero and the first man to ever love me, and I can’t lose him.

I haven’t cried in front of him until today. It’s all starting to feel real. He has his first appointment this week to find out what type of cancer and the grade, and I am petrified.

He is the best dad I could ever ask for, and I hate seeing him so scared. 
I thought I would reach out and hopefully hear how some people are coping (if you are coping).

Take care x