My dad passed away a fortnight ago.  The worst day of my life was when he was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer. He was given 2 to 12 months. He did really well through out treatment, and a scan halfway through showed that chemo had significantly reduced the cancer, but after 7 months We were told it was much more aggressive than anticipated and had spread to his brain. 

From diagnosis to passing was 9 months. And through it all he was positive, determind and courageous, and he showed me the way and helped me through because he was very honest and open, we shared a few tears together, reminisced many happy memories    And discussed how life would be with out him.   If you can ever see a bright side, I've got to tell you that my dad was spared, 3 days before he died we called out the doctor and we were told he had a collapsed lung, rather than go into hospital we had oxygen at home and   Brought his bed down stairs for a couple of nights or so we thought, the following morning my mum found him in his chair, there was no stress on his face, he looked like he was peacefully sleeping, we were totally shocked, but but we're very great full that he did not suffer. My mum has been so brave and courageous since and I am so very proud of her.