Bad night last night. We went round to see Mum & Dad...Dad looks so ill.
I find it sooo hard...it feels like only yesterday he was his normal self, quite
a lot of energy, laughing & joking. Now he just seems so poorly...huddled up
on the sofa with a blanket...quiet...worried...scared. My poor Dad :( My heart
breaks everytime I look at him & I know it is going to get worse...
So last night we took round my Dad's fortisip drinks that I had picked up for
him. I was stood in the lounge and my Mum said that she had been to see her
friend whose husband has been fighting cancer for years. As bold as anything Mum
said "She said how amazing Macmillan were & that I wasn't to worry about
this place as Macmillan would find me a smaller house".. I was literally
gobsmacked. Right in front of my Dad. Dad just stared at the TV and didn't say
anything. I was speechless...and gave her the "look"...but she didn't get it.
Out in the kitchen I was in shock...my fiance calmed me down but he was shocked
too.
When Mum came out into the kitchen I said "Why on earth did you say that in
front of Dad"...she said "It's fine...we spoke about it earlier"...I just went
"MUM!!!!"...and she went "oh for god sake" and stormed off. I couldn't believe
that she was talking like he was gone already...what hope has he got if she is
talking like that?!
Fine they probably discussed it as my Dad's main worry is what will happen to
my mum but to keep on talking about it in front of him really isn't right is
it?!
On reflection I think Mum is struggling...when something bad happens she has
the ability to shut negative thoughts away and she gets into survival mode...but
I worry she is in denial too. She is obviously worried about the practical side
of things...where will she live? how will she cope? But I don't know if it has
hit her just how bad it is going to get in the end stages. She said to me the
other day that she is worried she won't be able to cope as she does not make a
very good nurse...I reassured her that me & Marc will be there every step of
the way.
I think I wasn't angry at my Mum as such...we are incredibly close & I
never want to fight with her...especially now. And I didn't say anything
afterwards...But I think it actually hit me that we ARE going to lose Dad to
this. I don't think I helped myself yesterday by reading up about the end stages
and what happens...I scared myself beyond belief. So last night I was panicking
about being the one (with Marc) to watch Dad fade away...what if Mum can't
cope?! I have other brothers and a sister but we are the ones who live the
closest and are there all the time.
My poor Dad...I would give anything to take his pain away and have my old Dad
back :( I know he is still my Dad...of course he is...but I miss the old
times...I miss having my carefree, laidback, happy Dad :( The thought that
nothing will ever be the same again is such a hard thing to deal with. Every
single day is such a struggle xxx
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