My Dad was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer (and later discovered the cancer had spread to his brain) over a year ago and after chemo and radiation seemed to be holding his own. Two weeks ago he was admitted to hospital and has since been transferred to hospice care. Scans have shown more brain mets and the cancer has now spread to his adrenal glands too. Mum and Dad live in Ireland and I manged to bring my 3 young children here in February to see Dad which I am so thankful for as I feel that may have been the last chance they had to spend any quality time with their Grandad. He has since become very confused, unable to walk and extremely fatigued. I have been here visiting mum and Dad now on my own for 5 days and I have to go home tomorrow, time, 3 children and finances won't allow me to stay longer. I spoke with one of Dads nurses yesterday with regards to how much time Dad may have left as I am terrified of not being here at the end. I was basically told (in the most lovely way) that I may have to make my peace with the fact that I may not get to be here in time and that I should treat every goodbye as if it is the last. So tomorrow I go to see Dad before I leave for the Airport and I just don't know how I am going to say that goodbye or find the words. Dad still hasn't fully accepted that he won't be going home again so he may not even realise it may be the last time we will say goodbye.