On Saturday I went out for the day with my Dad. We put the top down on my car and drove in the sunshine to the coast. Once there, he bought me coke and crisps, I felt like a child again. We sat in the sun, on a bench and looked out at the sea. It was lovely.
It gave us a chance to chat and to talk about what was happening and what may happen in the future. It was both sad and necessary but memorable.
I asked him if he was frightened, and he said he wasn't. Just very sad. He said he will miss us all, and he loves us desperately. He also said he was so proud of us all, that we hadn't caused him a moments pain in our lives and he loves us so much. It was a very poignant time. I will remember Saturday for as long as I live.
Dad is meeting with the oncology team on Thursday, so we should know more about any future treatment he can receive. I am such a coward, I just cant go with him and my lovely husband is taking him and Mum. My husband is a nurse, and is very assertive, so I can trust him to ask all the salient questions I would want asking.
We told our youngest daughter about Dad last night, which was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do, but bless her, she handled it really well. We had lots of tears (she adores her Grandad) but she is just about ok.
I will be back after Thursday. God bless everyone. xx
