My dad had part of his lung taken away two years ago after being diagnosed with lung cancer which was sucessful.

It came back with a vengence and spread to his liver and other parts.

He had one dose of chemotherapy which kicked the crap out of him so he decided not to have anymore..

He his now confined to bed as he is too weak to move, a shadow of the man he was.

I'm heatbroken as the first thing he said to me last weekend was "Why is it so hard to die".

In two months he has gone from a strapping bloke to skin and bone with no will to live..