I'm sad to say that my dad lost his battle with cancer on monday 10th of august. He was admitted to St Lukes just a week before after getting worse after a night. He started getting worse when i came back from holiday in july, he ended up wheel chair bound and he just got worse from there. He was the strongest and bravest man i had ever known, he never complained about having cancer, he never complained about any of it.
Its still a shock to me and its not really sunk in that hes gone, i miss him everyday. I know he'll always be there no matter what.
But the good news is that my grandad is better, the cancer may have grown but only a little bit, not enough to make him ill though