Hello,
I lost my dad to cancer when I was 12. His illness was kept
from me insomuch nobody spoke to me about his diagnosis, and when he died
(three months after diagnosis) we didn’t speak about it. My mum and I shortly
afterwards moved to another part of the UK. My coping mechanism was to bury
everything, and get on with life. This mechanism was very successful until a
few years ago. Now as an adult and as a mother…
