Two months ago Dad was diagnosed with Cancer, they said it was terminal and he only had months, the decline has been scarily fast.
They now says its weeks, he can't move, he sleeps all the time, and has lost interest in food.
I feel he has been so robbed, hes only just retired, him and my Mum were meant to be looking forward to years together, travelling, relaxing, and now none of that will happen.
I work too far away to visit him often, but I'm just about to travel up for a few weeks holiday from work, and I (selfishly) don't know how to cope with what I'm going see and experience.
I can't bear seeing my once so strong Dad so ill, but equally can't bear the thought of him not being here.