Well good evening everyone. Thanks for tuning in for another post of rambling!
Today has been one of the worst days of my life.
Today my dad told me he was giving up!
Today was the last day he had dialysis.
Today was the day my dad was admitted to the Hospice
Today was the day i was meant to accept the fact that my dad is going to die. And i did accept for about 30 minutes, whilst he was going through everything.
My dad has given up dialysis and any treatment for cancer, he is not taking any medication to help him, he will only take pain relief. Without my dialysis my dad's body will eventually become so weak, he will go to sleep one night and not wake up the next day. Without dialysis that will happen in 2-3 weeks.
How is this fair? Dad has taken this very well, he has accepted the fact that he has 14 - 21 days left on this planet. left people who love him.
Now comes the worst few weeks of my life. After 30 minutes of crying i'm okay. i'm not thinking about it. We were laughing about the dog being allowed in with him, still making him take the dog out in his wheelchair. ]
My mum is an absolute wreck, she cried in the fish and chip shop, and the little chinses lady was very confused and worried.
I understand dad doesn't want to be in pain and suffer, he doesn't want to prolong the inevitable, but what about us. Why doesn't he want to fight harder to spend more time with us? i don't want him to suffer and be hurting, but aren't we worth it?
I'm being so selfish, but i want to keep my dad forever, I've only had 21 years with him i want another 40 more years, surely we deserve that. I find myself being jealous of my brother because he's had longer with him, my brother has had 7 extra years, and i'm jealous of that.
For the next 2-3 weeks, we are waiting for him to die. He really is in the best place, originally we all wanted him at home to die here in his house. But this morning he fell trying to get off the sofa to go to dialyze. I got a phone call from work saying he refused dialysis this morning, mum was so worried she called the district nurses out, who took him straight to the hospice.
I am now on compassionate leave from work until the inevitable happens, i feel like i'm on autopilot, like i'm a robot. i'm not thinking anymore, i don't want to sleep because i don't want the nightmares, i don't want to eat because i constantly feel sick.
I don't think this is ever going to get better, how are you meant to get over something this big, this painful. It hurts so bad, i can't breathe and i don't want to breathe anymore, i don't see us getting through this. He is the center of our world, of my world! he's my dad, i only get 1 so why does he get taken away so soon.
I have never been in this much pain, and it hasn't even happened yet.
Does it get easier? i don't see it happening personally! I feel like the pain will stay forever! he's my life, he's my dad and i'm not going to have him anymore. i cannot imagine a worser pain than this.
sorry for rambling again. and thank you all for your kind comments, it's amazing how many strangers out there send love and wishes and prayers.
take care
a heartbroken Daisy x
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