I lost my hero last night, and it came from no where:
We'd beaten the cancer, it was cut out, had gone but he accepted chemotherapy as a preventative measure as he was told he was high risks.
we got through 3 cycles, on wednesday we rushed him into A&E as he has loose stools and was complaining about stomach pain. A scan was done Thursday morning and the apparently wasn't anything on it. Yesterday morning, after his stomach had begun to swell they re-scanned him and told us that his upper and lower intestine had died, that afternoon at 3pm they told us that his blood contained to much lactic acid and not enougth oxygen, they couldn't operate as it had gone to far, just before 8pm he took his last breath and a part of us all with him.
yes I know me and the family have to grieve but atm I don't know how. My hero who taught me everything has gone, taught me everything except how to cope now he's not here.
