My dad was diagnosed in August with pancreatic cancer that had spread to his liver and given months to live. During his hospital stay he deteriorated quickly and we didn’t think he would come home but a stent was fitted and bed and equipment arranged and we got him back home. He improved at home so much so that we returned the bed as he got more mobile and could get upstairs with the use of the handrails that were fitted. The last months since the diagnosis have been very emotional there have been good days and bad overall it’s been very difficult, I am currently off work as I couldn’t cope with work and this I feel guilty that I’m letting people down but sometimes you have to do what is best for you. Dad is now starting to have a lot of pain, gets very tired and is having to take more medication to keep the pain under control. I know this is only going to get worse and it’s horrible to see. I try to be strong for mom and dad and then cry when I’m alone I just keep telling myself to cherish each moment.
