I'm not doing to good right now, having vivid dreams about my dad, his cancer and his diagnosis. My dad died from oesophagus cancer, it is without doubt the cruelest disease I've ever seen, my poor dad couldn't eat, swallow n basically he shrinked in front of my eyes, I'm struggling due to the year he past away.
Dad died in a hospice, I can still see him in his bed n upsets me every time, I really wish I could go back in time n stamp out the disease cancer, this awful cruel disease has taken wonderful people away from me who meant the world to me, my nana n now my father.
I'm still very angry about it all n often cry but now it's a year I feel guilty that I've not cracked up or fallen apart because I lost my dad.
I choked on a panini in work few months ago, to say it scared me is a understatement, now I'm second guessing when I swallow n has been thinking the worst.
Sending hugs to everyone effected by cancer
Julie xxx
