December 2017 my dad was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer. The doctors said they were aiming for a cure and would start chemotherapy followed by radiotherapy. So we were feeling positive treatment started around February. 2018
in between treatment we had holidays abroad to Cyprus Spain and Tenerife. As well as many other family meals etc
in between treatment doctors said my dad was responding well to treatment.
He had usual side affects that we associate with cancer treatment. Weight loss loss of appetite tiredness etc.
We remained positive and never thought of him being ill. We concentrated on him recovering.
September 2018. We had. A 2 week holiday to Tenerife dad was really looking forward to it.
But when we were there he seemed different. In himself. Distant. Quiet. He slept a lot which was not out of the ordinary as every holiday we went on he slept all day sun bathing. He was starting to get his hair back. Had a good appetite. But tired.
When we returned on sun. 23rd sept. I popped round to see him and my Mam. Later that day. As I only live around corner from them. He had swollen feet. Which we put down to the flight maybe. Wednesday the 26th sept he went in hospital with extreme stomach pain.
It took a few days before we got answers. But we were told. The cancer had spread to his liver. ( they also commented that it had cleared from his lungs. ). He also had necrotising pancreatitis that was infected. sepsis. And causing heart failure.
They told us he had only weeks left. On October 7th he passed away in the hospital. Age 63
The hardest thing to accept is the fact that 2weeks before his passing we were in the sun enjoying our holiday.
He wasn’t just my dad but my best friend my advisor in life. I could talk to him about anything. I feel like such a big part of my life is gone.