I lost my dad on Saturday to cancer. It was all so quick - the speed of it all is something which makes it all the more surreal and difficult to deal with. 7 weeks ago I had a dad and a complete family and in those 7 weeks we witnessed his rapid deterioration - quickly becoming someone who didn't have the energy to be him anymore. In his last weeks he was hospitalised. I wanted to be there for him as much as physically possible but the memories of those final weeks haunt me. He was there but wasn't him anymore. He was a real foodie during his life but wasn't eating anymore. He was a talker but didn't have the energy to chat anymore - most of all he just lost all of his body mass and I remember helping lift him one day and just having the feeling of bones digging into me which really haunted me.
His final day will haunt me the most - the NHS is amazing don't get me wrong but his final day on a saturday was horrible. The ward was staffed entirely by cover nurses who were ill equipped to manage the ward. His syringe driver was empty and we repeatedly asked them to refill it - it took them 4 hours. He was in severe pain and they seemed uncaring. Finally they filled his syringe driver and soon after he started fitting - his eyes rolled back - it was horrible. Judge if you like but we couldn't be there anymore. My mother had asked him in his more lucid moments if he wanted her there and he had said no - so we left - we left him and went home and wept. Three hours later we got the call from the hospital that he had gone. Thankfully it was his favourite nurse who called not one of the ones who he complained about.
Three days later I am struggling to process what happened. As I say it was all so quick - I can't believe i don't have a dad anymore. Additionally spending the last week almost constantly with him on the same ward where I was a patient 10 years ago has brought back so many traumatic memories.