It has been a month since I last messaged.
I don't really know how but it has been about 3 months since my dad was told his cancer was terminal and he is still here. Although I should have buried him by now. He is now palliative cared for mostly by my mum and sister and every single day in this time a piece of him dies. He has an infection of some sort almost daily.
He is a man of skin and bones and medication. Every day I am expecting the call to say he has died. But it has not come yet. I keep thinking it won't be long and try to get on with my life. But I am not ashamed to say I am struggling.
I told my mum today that I cannot see it any more, but her response to that was she has to. I don't take that to heart but it was a bit of a kick. Not expected.
I know there is not going to be a miracle in this case but I just wish he would make his piece and pass in his sleep. But the wait goes
Someone please tell me I am not loosing the plot and I want nothing but a peaceful end for Dad.
I could go on and on. But there might not be enough text space for me.
