I suppose I always knew that this day had to come but however much you try and prepare it still hits you hard - like a punch in the gut. The hardest thing, as well as trying to get my brain round the fact that my Dad is unlikely to be around come Christmas, is that I am the support for my mum and my sister - everyone turns to me. They have done since the diagnosis and although this is fine, most of the time, sometimes it feels as though no one thinks about me. Not a great talker with regards to feelings, emotions etc, things tend to get bottled up and my control mechanism is running and work.
