We lost my Dad in December after he was diagnosed with late stage cancer... it had already spread to his bones and there was nothing they could do.
Even though I am 29 and he was 56, it still hurts every day. He was always there for me and although we occasionally butted heads, it was just because we were so alike.
My mum hurts the most (there were together since they were 16). And I want to be there for my mum but it is hard. Now with the Coronavirus she needs to self isolate because of her weak immune system, and she is all alone.
I watch these TV shows where out of nowhere 3 seasons in the Dad gets cancer and then recovers and I am angry. Because couldn't that have been my Dad? (I appreciate it is fiction)
