My dad was diagnosed with bowel cancer three years ago. He had an operation on his bowel and chemo and was told after that he had the all clear. But the cancer returned this time in his liver but again all was not lost and he had another operation this time removing nearly half of his liver and again was given the all clear. However 10 weeks after the operation my dad became very unwell again and our worst fears came true. He had four new Tumors on his liver and there was nothing more they could do for him. My dad asked the doctor about time and was told 4 months, my dad seemed ok with the news but I fell apart. My hero, the first man I ever loved was going to be taken from me and I have never felt pain like it in my life. My whole world fell apart in that moment. I decided to leave my home with my partner who was so supportive of this and move in with my dad to look after him in his final months. It's now a year later and dad is still with us in body but my the dad I know has slowly disappeared. Over the last few months my dad has suffered every ailment you could think of and watching go through this is so painful I am close to loosing my mind with heartbreak. We have had get carers in to help us as I can longer cope on my own. I know my dad hates having to depend on other people and is mad with me for getting help as he wanted it to be just me and him but i had to make the decision to save myself to be able to look after my dad. I am so scared and so heartbroken and am already grieving for my dad as he disappears before my eyes. He has no peace in his body and mind and watching this is tearing me apart. The only thing I have to hold on to is that his suffering will end and he will find peace but a selfish part of me wants that to not be soon. I just hope my dad knows how much I love him and he will always be the first man I ever loved