I love my Dad - a lot
I have just driven my Mum and Dad to the Hospital. Actually the Oncology Dept - Radiology. Dad has cancer (Melanoma) He is about to get his second round of radio-therapy to reduce the size of some lumps in and around his abdomen.
Dad doesn't want to admit where this is going - In fact he is in near complete denial. How do we know this? He recently signed up for a local gym - A membership that is 36 months long minimum. He was told he had 6 - 9 months to live about 13 months ago, so he is living on borrowed time now. He thought that if he went to the gym and exercised his legs he would get more mobility and that he would be carrying on for another 10 years...
Actually it's sad to think about how he is thinking. Nobody wants to bust his bubble and why should we.
So, I sit here at work waiting for the call from Mum to hop in the car and pick them up from the Oncology Entrance. And see Dad hobbling along. He is just 74 years old. That seems so young in today's society.
I want Dad to have another 10 years, but not if it is living with pain, discomfort and a poor standard of living.
