My dad was diagnosed only 3 weeks ago with pancreatic cancer, it had already spread to his lymph nodes and liver. As predicted he is going down hill very quickly, won't eat or drink only a few sips of water with his soluble pain killers. He's 84 and a very old fashioned man, who has never felt able to show or tell us how much he loves us. I'm being brave when I'm with him, to help support my poor mum, but inside my hearts breaking. The last two days he's been a bit nasty, especially to my mum. I appreciate how difficult it is to watch your family appear to be carrying on as normal around you, while your life is ending but it's so difficult to try and ignore this. The thought of him dying pretrifys me, I know when the time comes I need to be there, but I secretly hope I'm not. I don't know what to do.