My Dad died last June. He was the fittest,funniest, most independent 90 year old. He was registered blind but nothing stopped him. He was in a veterans group who went shooting,flying,driving,bowling anything he could try he was there. He always had an eye for the ladies and upto the end he always like to dress smart. His passion was gardening and my garden was always beautiful thanks to Dad. That's why I'm sat on his bench in my garden with no clue what to do then saw this post.
Dad had complained of a cough for years. He was checked out and when he then had a bit chest pain was told it was angina and given a spray. He talked about his friend's dying and I used to say 'Dad you've been checked out lots, you eat healthily, you walk miles...you'll live to 100! He was abroad at my brothers wedding with his 3rd wife.
He knew something wasn't right and was struggling to do his long walks but again put down to his angina. The day he called himself an ambulance I knew it was bad. He was found to have extensive lung and liver cancer. I promised to take him home and nurse him. He lasted 3 weeks and fought to the end. I feel so guilty still. Why did I not push for more tests? I'm so angry. His time in hosp was awful. Crying in pain down the phone to me after a biopsy and he haemorrhaged. He still had his sense of humour though in his last days. Due to covid we haven't been able to follow his wishes yet with planting a tree and burying his ashes. Also as my sister is abroad we hope things will change soon to allow her back. I wish I could cry I miss him so much.
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