In November 2018 my dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer of the oesophagus. January 2019 mum was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Most of this year mum has been in QA. Everything has been none stop since end of November when they were both in hospital.
Wed 27th March 2019, mum has been in hospital for nearly 7weeks and dad gets admitted for pneumonia. Friday 29th advised the cancer has spread.
Mon 1st April the hospital call my brother to say dad is fit for discharge but they can't get hold of mum are we OK to if they discharge dad in mum's care (yes she was still in hospital) . That evening they move dad to the same ward as mum.
Tuesday 2nd April we get called to say we should go in ASAP. This was 45mins before my brother was due to get a taxi to go to the airport on a work trip to Copenhagen. The sister in charge called us and thank God she did as doctor didn't think we needed calling.
Thursday 4th April we say our goodbyes as they didn't expect him to survive the night
Friday 5th April, mum finally gets home about half 6.By 9pm dad has passed away.
Sunday 7th April 2019 would have been his 69th birthday.
I can't believe the last few months and I know this isn't the end, unfortunately we suspect mum will go soon too.
The only saving grace is the staff on the ward were amazing to us all and that dad is not in pain and it was relatively quick
So many emotions going through me, everyone says I am strong but I don't want to be strong anymore.
Not even sure if there is anything that makes sense in this post or why doing it!
Em x
