Hello, my name is Ange and sadly I lost my Dad to duodenal cancer on 14th November 2019, he was 85 years young.
Since his palliative diagnosis in September 2017, Dad and our family went through all sorts of emotions and it’s fair to say that I struggled badly with my mental health. Having taken the decision to quit my job as a healthcare assistant, I spent 4 months helping my Mum care for my Dad at their home in Stockport and yes it was incredibly tough. Dad fought against any kind of outside help but eventually with the family’s help, he acknowledged that we all needed support, my Mum in particular. We had assistance from the Stockport district nurses, Macmillan nurse and carers coming into the house. Dad wanted to be at home until the end and he got his wish. He passed away in his sleep at home in his own bedroom. I wish Dad had felt able to talk about how he was feeling but it wasn’t to be. For whatever reason, he just couldn’t or wouldn’t talk about his illness. He must have been so frightened and angry, I know I was. He is at peace now and no longer suffering which is a blessing.
If I can be of any help and support to anyone needing to chat, I’m only too glad to be there xx
