I was literally told this a couple of hours ago, and I'm stunned.
He's been given 3 to 5 years which, when you consider it rationally, is pretty decent. But on the other hand, he's my dad and he's going to die 30 years before he's supposed to. I want to give him and my mum a hug so badly, but they're on the other side of the world. All I have for them are my words.
There's so much to think about I can barely get my head around it. All the knowledge he has will go with him. The valuable life experience, the common sense, the stalwart rock of our family. His big squeezy hugs, his jokes, his voracious appetite for learning...
And my mum... it hurts so much to think she's had to carry this knowledge over the christmas break so that it wouldn't ruin my holiday break.
I just moved to London 3 months ago, and I'm now wishing I didn't. It's hard to get this news when you're so far from your family...