My Dad has been battling cancer on and off for the last 10 years. He had a terminal diagnosis 2 years ago, but has fought and fought every day. He tool a turn for the worst last June where he developed a nasty infection. He was in hospital for 10 weeks and hasn't been mobile at all since. He's in a bed downstairs at home (he lives with his partner who is a retired District Nurse). Last week he started becoming confused and since Wednesday, hasn't been able to use his phone. He sleeps all day and night, if he does wake, he's confused, finds it difficult to talk and is very hard to understand. Yesterday he didn't eat and drank very little, he is passing very little urine and is very very weak. I feel this is it now and even though I knew it was coming, I'm an absolute mess. After seeing him last night, (and I know this makes me sound awful) I don't want to see him getting any worse as it's breaking me. He has no quality of life at all, it all skin and bones and he just looks so sad. I don't think he knew I was there last night, he was almost looking through me. I feel like I should know what to do, but I don't. I was going to work to distract myself, but I was about to leave and I felt so sick. I haven't eaten or slept for days and I just don't know what to do.