My lovely Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and metastatic brain cancer at the end of October and the doctor said at the time that his life expectancy was probably only a few months...everyone I try and talk to about it can't understand why I am so devastated about it..."he is 93 and has had a good life" ...yes of course this is true and I know it's the natural way of things that your parents die before you but I can't seem to come to terms with it. It overshadows everything, I think about it constantly and struggle to cope with everyday things...
Why can't I accept this and get ready to say goodbye to him and let him go?
