Sorry you have to go through this, it's a brutal road, and it'll get worse before it gets better. This seems like a weird case of de ja vu. Today is the 1 year anniversary when my father was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer, basically the point of no return. It was on Easter weekend last year if i recall correctly.
I am a little bit older than yourself (im 34), and my father was 64 when he passed away. I also live in Victoria while he was in Calgary.
We found out on Easter that he was really sick, and I flew out to see him a few times last summer using my In-Laws air miles (they were awesome about it). The goal was to spend every possible minute with him knowing I lived far away.
We had a baby girl on Dec 8th, and he passed away on December 18th. My company was awesome with me literally packing up and leaving to be with my family in Calgary with no expected time to come back. My brother called me on a Thursday, 3 days after my girl was born, and I was on the next flight out. My family stayed home. He had moments of consciousness but was for the most part in a comatosed state until he passed. My mom ordered me to fly home for Christmas, and she arranged the funeral and stuff for after New Years to let everyone enjoy the holiday.
I've only had a few close relatives die, so only been to a few funerals, but that was by the far the hardest one. No real advice I can give you as everyone handles and processes this information differently - just ask for help if you need it, and enjoy the time you have with him while you can.
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