Morning all, I'm Amanda and I live in Cornwall. My parents had lived in Spain for the last 6 years, when dad began feeling unwell last August. By September he'd booked an appointment with the Doctor (probably only for the second time in his life!) who found he had raised blood pressure so began treatment for that thinking it explained everything. He'd gone off food but just put it down to the extreme heat wave they were having, but I could tell on Skype when we spoke every week that the weight loss was severe. October was spent going for an X ray which showed a mass, followed by scans and two biopsies, then I arrived at the start of November. I was so shocked, he was a skeleton and wasn't making any sense - speaking in riddles and barely able to leave his bed for longer than ten minutes. I thought he might be talking nonsense due to dehydration so I convinced mum that we should take him down to the hospital where he was waiting to hear back from with his results. Bless his heart, they hydrated him but things didn't improve so they scanned his brain, the full results were then given to us two days later - stage 4 lung cancer which was in his lymph system that had spread to his brain. Hours, maybe days to live. He died a few days later. He was my absolute hero, I adored him, and feel completely devastated by his loss. I've had a necklace made with his ashes in the hope he'd feel closer but I'm still stuck in the 'disbelief' phase of grief. I've booked for bereavement council king, fingers crossed for some release soon. Sorry for the massive intro, I'm hoping I can go back to sleep after getting it all out there!!
Amanda
