My Dad died from bowel cancer on the 31st January this year. He was only diagnosed in December and didn’t even get time to have any chemo, just a bowel resection op. He had lived a very healthy life but the last two years he has been my Mums carer after she had a massive stroke on holiday. She is physically very impaired and mentally became very hard to cope with but my Dad insisted on looking after her. The result was, that by the time he saught medical help for symptoms we had all been worried sick over, it was already too late. It was horrible to watch him die but at the same time I’m glad I was with him until the end. I miss him so much. He held our family together and without him things are falling apart. I haven’t even had time to grieve for him properly as my time is so taken up with my mums care and my siblings endless disagreements over what to do with their house, car, and other assets. I just want my Dad back, but I know that’s never going to happen.
