My dad had lung cancer and had a lobectomy, the right lung what was left was too damaged and they told us he wouldn't be coming home, the day I went to visit him, the doctor came and said he had been talking to my dad over the weekend and my dad had asked for the oxygen to be removed. I didn't even have time to process what was about to happen it just happened there and then he has a whiskey through a straw then removed the oxygen hood. I had to sit and hold his hand and just watch the life drain out of him and struggle for every last breath, I constantly relive that day in my head I can't sleep a couple of hours a night it's just always on my mind. I was really close with my dad as he's brought me up since I was 8 after my mam lost her battle with leukemia
