My son is 25. His dad first got cancer when he was just a boy of 12 and he fought it and beat it. Many ops and a lot of trauma as u can image.
last year after 11 years the evil cancer returned. He was diagnosed and gone within 6 months 2 days after his 53rd birthday. We wasn’t together anymore but met at 14. We had 2 children and he’s still always held a huge place in my heart. I was and am devastated. My son has lived with his dad the last 5 years. Always been so so close. Worked together and were like peas in pods. My son gave up work to care for his dad in his final months and I can tell you it wasn’t pleasant. It was bloody heartbreaking. The pain was hard to control. He was in agony often. This strong strong man’s man literally wither away. My son would carry him. Sit with him. Clean him I was and am so very proud of him. I’m crying writing this. My son is lost. Broken. I can’t make it better. He’s been to counselling, had medication but he just isn’t coping. He missies his best friend. His work mate. His dad. He can’t get the images out of his head of his dad’s suffering. It’s torture for him and torture for me to see him so broken. He wakes in the night, can’t sleep. He just sees his dad in these awful moments of pain and suffering and being so scared. Is there any one with advice. Please.
