This is the first entry of my blog. As you can already see, my Dad has been recently diagnosed. He is the foundations which make our lovely family so strong. We need to stay strong for Mum, and the children (5 grandchildren). My two brothers and me are devastated, but have to put on a brave face for both Dad and Mum...it is so difficult.
Dad seems to be rather philosophical about it all, saying 'well, we all have to die of something' but I know that deep down he is frightened. And so are we. I am mainly frightened that he will be in pain, and that would be unbearable for him and us.
I feel an overwhelming sadness, the thought of losing my Dad is probably the worst thing I have ever experienced in my life (and at 47, that's a big statement).
Our eldest daughter is 20 and is aware of the situation, but our youngest is only 11 and we really don't know how and when to tell her. We know we must, but just cant find the right words.
My darling husband is my rock and has been amazing, even going with my parents to hear the results. He is even planning to go with them to see the oncology team next Thursday, because I am just too chicken, and fear I will break down in front of them. I know he is suffering too, which is awful. I am too wrapped up in my own misery to comfort him.
I will keep writing in this blog, it just may help.
