I lost my Dad to PMP cancer on 12th January. He was diagnosed in 2016 and had the 10 hour operation in Basingstoke the following year. I'm not sure if I was really paying attention or just being optimistic, but I believed it was a cure. Now I know that it often isn't. Dad was 72 when he died, and I feel cheated out of another 10 or even 20 years I could've had with him.
Anyhow, I now find myself stuck at home grieving whilst trying to home school a four year old and entertain a one year old! Great!
