Hi all,
So my father died suddenly and unexpectedly and I'm trying to process a whole range of emotions and I'm not really sure I know how to. I feel so cheated for the life him and my mum should have had. I feel so sad and worried about my mum I'm not sure I know how to process my own emotions.
Roughly 6 weeks ago my father (59) developed a stomach issue - swelling in the stomach area, loss of appetite and general fatigue. The 1st doctor him and my mother visited said it was IBS. 2 weeks later it wasn't any better so he went for blood tests at the dr's - mum and dad are thinking maybe its gall stones or a stomach ulcer - 3 days later his blood results from the Dr are in and my mum is being instructed to take him to A&E - they run CT scans, he sits in A&E for 12 hours before the DR's tell him and my mum he has lesions all over liver and both lungs he has terminal cancer and there is nothing they can do but pallative end of life care - my whole crumbled, dad is 59, mum is 57, I'm 32 and my brother 30 - I thought they would grow old and grey together.
Dad eventually gets moved onto a temporary ward later that night whilst they await a bed to become available on the cancer ward, the DR's say they will run a biopsy on dad to see if they can determine the primary cause. Me and my brother visit dad in the hospital the next day and he is just staring at the ceiling (for the entirity of my life he is either watching football or got music blaring - the silence is eery) , mum tells us dad has made peace with it, he isn't scared of dying, dad has told mum he has achieved everything he wanted to with his life - they celebrated 35 years of marriage just 2 weeks before the diagnosis, he walked his daughter (me) down the aisle 7 months ago, he has had an incredible life with amazing friends and family and he is ready to turn the light off on his life. - I'm finding it really hard to process that he didnt want to fight for us, fight to stay with us longer he was happy to go.
Just 5 days after dads diagnosis my mum called me in the middle of the night, the hospital had called and dads kidneys are failing we need to go and say goodbye - dad didnt look ill, his skin wasnt grey, his eyes werent yellow and he was still talking through his Oxygen mask telling us how proud he was, 6 days after his diagnosis my dad passed away I hadnt even processed the diagnosis and then he was gone and my mum became a widow at 59.
Tomorrow is my dads funeral and there is expected to be over 200 people, my dad comes from a huge family and he had so many friends. I've been off work since it happened taking care of all the calls and all the admin and looking after mum. Im dreading going back to work because I just dont see the point in anything trivial anymore (I work in Insurance)
I'd been staying with my mum since it happened because I hate the thought of her being alone but we realised this proably wasnt healthy for either of us so I came home a few days ago but all I do is worry for mum.
How do I ever switch that off now I know she is so lonely. They had been together for 35 years and never once argued. I just feel so angry at dad that he was so ok with dying so ok with leaving us how can you be so content with knowing your life is ending, I feel angry for mum and dad that they didnt even get to retire. I feel sad that my dad will never meet my future children and I feel sad that my mum will be alone for the rest of her life (she has said she will never want anyone else because she could never love again because nothing would compare)
I'm so sorry for the essay I just feel so completely loss and it just all hurts so much.