My 83 year old Daddy took ill towards the middle of last year. Parents live in Northern Ireland (where I'm from too), but I live in England. Obviously with covid I couldn't get to them, eventually got here in December for a week. Came back in January again as Dad had to have a scan, which is when they found a massive tumour. He was immediately operated on the next day fitting a stoma bag. Tumour had spread to liver too and surgery wasn't possible. He was eventually give 4 to 6 months. I haven't been back to England for 6 months as my brother moved here and we are his full time carers for mom too as she's 82. We're now near 6 months ahead and he sleeps sooo much and hardly eats. I give him his medication every four hours. He's quite delirious and angry at times too, which isn't like him at all. He's the most placed, sweetest soul you could ever meet. Other times he's his normal loving caring self. It's absolutely tearing us apart to watch him and it's surreal to think of what's ahead. Sorry to go on
