Sadly my father passed away with advanced prostate cancer just last week. He was diagnosed nearly 10 years ago. He had an okay cancer journey, yes he had ups & downs but considering he did not to bad he was able to live a fairly normal life till last year when the cancer become more aggressive. I'm just so gutted that my dads death was anything but peaceful, pain free or comfortable. After a terminal diagnosis in April I promised my father that when his time came it would be peaceful, that he would be as pain free as possible which the hospice also promised & also that he would be made comfortable, well it was far from that in the last 6 months he was in uncontrollable pain on the many occasions that he had been admitted to hospital I had to phone the hospital myself as he would phoned us extremely upset & in pain as he wasn't getting his pain relief, Ii had to phone so he could get his medication it was wrong no patient in agonising pain should have to go through that, the last 3 weeks of his life which he spent in hospital he was extremely distressed & scared right up to the moment he took his last breath. On his last two days he was on enough pain relief & sedation to knock out a horse yet with no relief. I don't think he slept for the last 3 weeks of his life. I'm so angry as a daughter that knows their dad only too well I knew & my mum knew that he was in his last days but a hospital palliative nurse wouldn't entertain it wouldn't even consider placing him in a hospice as she said the hospice was only suitable when a patient had 3 weeks or less & my dad wasn't there yet she came to this conclusion as she had had a discussion with him earlier & said he's a very clever, an upbeat man. Two days later he couldn't eat right, talk right or communicate properly, he was extremely agitated & restless. Where was this palliative nurse to see him then 'nowhere'. Watching him die in such distress was heartbreaking, I've had the pleasure of being with loved ones when they have passed & it had been so peaceful a privilege to share there last moments but watching my dad was on a completely different level I honestly don't think I will forget it, I'm so scared for my mother & brother after witnessing this. I'm angry at the hospital I'm angry at the palliative care I'm angry at the district nurses as none of them seemed to see my father as sick as he really was. Just cause someone acts like they are upbeat about there diagnosis doesn't mean they are, sometimes these people are the most scared. Covid got blamed for a lot but honestly that was & is being used as an excuse for bad judgement. I just feel we weren't listened to that we didn't get the help we where promised, the help we did get we had to fight damn hard for & in the end my dad was just left in a room of his own to die thank goodness we where allowed to be with him, overall I think what I really want to say is I really miss my daddy!