My father lost his short battle with liver cancer just over 3 months ago. He was diagnosed with inoperable liver cancer summer of 2014, went through with TACE treatment in October that year and was scheduled for a second treatment in November but was told that the first treatment didn't work so they stopped. He was given a year to live.
We went for a second option in Hong Kong in January, only to confirm that the UK doctors were right. Our whole family was devastated, I got engaged and planned to get married 2016 but rushed for our paperwork to be signed in August. He was the happiest I had seen him for a good part of year by then, possibly the best decisions I had made ever.
I witnessed his condition deteriorate slowly in since diagnosis, then it rapidly caught up with him. I remembered going for a 6 mile with him walk in July and not long after he became ill and fast, it was prolonged fevers, vomiting after food, to not being able to pee, everything had hit him like a train.
The hospice nurse and GP advised me to take time off work to spend valuable time with him. I'm unsure why I delayed it so long but on the day I decided to go on sick leave, I spent 45 minutes in the morning with him and sadly he never woke up again.
It has been a daily struggle for me, he left us with mum, my younger brother and my wife. It sounds as though I am coping the least, the sadness I have everytime I think of him when I am by myself....
Not sure why I wrote this but thanks for reading to here if you did.