My dear Dad was diagnosed 7 years ago and that was a huge blow, but he had hormone injections and was 'ok'
He started to feel pain in his leg about a year ago and passed at home as he wished for, last Thursday.
He was about 5 stone when he died and was only in bed for the last 48 hours and had a syringe driver for the last day. I cannot get the image out my head of him lying in his bed & barely conscious. It just hits me every few hours and I get so upset and then angry.
He was a fit, active 70 yr old and we know he was putting on a brave face so as not to worry us. I am angry that we allow humans to suffer so much near the end. He was such a proud, private man and we have all said that his wish to die at home has given us comfort but we are just heartbroken. Tomorrow we register his death and start to plan his funeral. It just feels so surreal at the moment and i keep looking at photos of him when he was healthy to try and dull the images I have from last week.
Cancer sucks and i wish there was something in place to allow our loved ones to go to sleep when we know they will not get better.
