My dad fought prostate cancer for 8 years, unfortunately on the 5th of may 2020 cancer won, he was 83, he was an older dad, I'm 32, his youngest son is 28.
I'm really struggling, even though his death was expected he took a nose dive, from receiving the call, to saying goodbye, he lasted 10 hours.
The cancer not only killed him on the inside but also decimated who he was as a person, always keeping fit, running, weights, eating right ect...
I can't speak to my family because the questions I want to ask will just upset them but it's really affected me..
During my dads last hours he was shouting out begging someone to help him and I just sat there, I didn't know what to do and just felt completely helpless, I just held his hand.
He also said a few times that he didnt feel well and he didnt like it, he wanted to sit forward and lean on a chair.
He was also saying he was scared and kept holding my mum for comfort... this was heartbreaking for me, I planned to go back later and see him ( after sorting kids out) but it didn't happen, and a few hours later he passed.
I didnt get to say goodbye properly and didnt want to view his body the day after but I'm struggling with dealing with his final hours. I just keep seeing him in pain, confused and scared begging someone to help him. It consumes my day and I'm unable to sleep at night, I keep replaying his voice begging for someone to help him and gripping on to my mum saying hes scared.
I thought it would be so different, I thought he would pass peacefully in his sleep, instead he was confused and pulled his arm away from me when I tried to touch him.
People say he is at peace now and in no more pain... but I cant help but think, he died in pain and now hes in a bag in the morgue.
his final hours haunt me. I cant move on.
