I don't know where to start but here goes. My dad has terminal cancer. Brean, lung and spine. It all happened in August last year. It's been an whirlwind. I feel so helpless. I carnt do anything to help him. He's my hero. He's married a wonderful woman. Who is strong in every way. I'm so glad she is my mum. My real mum passed away when I was 15 year's old so having a new mum is great. I'm crying just thinking of loosing him. I don't what him to go and leave us. He's my dad., mum and hero all in one. He's always been thaire for me. I feel like every day I'm waiting for that call or if I hear anything ambulance go past my work or if I heire the phone ring. I'm just waiting. I don't know what to do.
