Going back a few years ago before my father was diagnosed with esophagus cancer, he was one of the strongest men i knew in my life. He was fit and healthy at the age of 49 now one year on, and a few treatments later tonight he finally accepted that he doesn't have to fight it anymore. He was stubborn and wanted to try stay for his family as long as he could as we've been told he hasn't got much time left. I couldn't believe how quickly something could destroy someone.
I let him know tonight that he's my hero my everything and enough is enough it's torture to see him suffer like this. He's biggest fear was me seeing him wither away and not remembering what he once was. And all though it's hard for me I'll be there to the end.
In this one year we made many good memories and he will be missed by many. I've seen so many similar stories how do people cope with such a loss.
At least in the end we've made it special for him and gave him some quality. He's comfortable now and just looking to finally get some rest, Love you dad.
