Difficult Times

It’s been a difficult few days I must admit. Getting a phonecall at work late Thursday afternoon saying that I need to get my arse to North Wales because dad was getting worse. So I book my train ticket for Friday morning and as I was traveling through mid-Wales another phonecall, he’s very bad, a family member will be there at the station to rush you over to the hospital.

Typically, he perked up by the time I got there, so I did get to spend some time with him, although he wasn’t making much sense as the morphine was obviously taking effect. 

It’s a terrible thing to see a loved one die, I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, but even worse when your loved one has lung cancer. Having to watch him as he struggled to breathe, the feeling of utter helplessness is all encompassing. All I could do was hold is hand. Luckily all three of my sisters have a nursing background and were amazing with him, taking shifts around the clock to look after him.

When the end came he was quite peaceful, which was a blessing.