So sorry, man. It sucks and it is going to get worse before it gets better.
I lost my dad to liver cancer on August 17, 2013. The tumor was about the size of a hockey puck before they found it. Stage 4 diagnosis in mid July with no meaningful course of treatment. The prognosis was grim. 2 to 3 months with 6 months being the absolute best case scenario with Chemo.
On July 31 my wife and I set out to visit my parents. When we arrived on August 1 his altered chemistry was catching up with him. His altered chemistry from the tumor meant that he behaved like he was drunk for the last two weeks of his life. On August 2 he went into hospital because he was falling asleep mid word.
While my dad and I connected on our final visit we missed the opportunity to have a sober final conversation. Make sure you have one with your dad if you can. You don't want to leave anything unsaid.
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