The day cancer creeped in
I have always been very close to my Dad. I know it sounds corny but he really was my best friend. He was the funniest, smartest and most caring person I knew. I could talk to him about anything, any problem or predicament and when he didn't know what to say he'd simply say Hug??
My Dad retired at 59, he worked hard all his life and was made redundant weeks before his 60th birthday.
When I had the girls he helped me a lot. He would get the bus up to me once a week as he didn't drive and stay for 2 days. He made me tea, chatted to me about god knows what, made me laugh when I was about to crack, held a screaming colicky baby and played with a toddler pretending to be a puppy, princess or whatever was required of him that particular day. We would watch Home and Away and drink coffee when the girls napped. I loved having him around and he loved having a purpose to his day and spending time with the girls.
I went back to work part time when my eldest girl started school and he minded them once or twice a week.
It was February 2015, I arrived home from work to find him and my Mam who had just retired a week previously sitting at my kitchen table. When I walked in they looked at me, my Dad with the deepest saddest brown eyes I had ever seen, it was like he was apologising to me for something. I immediately asked what was wrong.
He had been to the doctor with stomach pains for months, we thought it was his hernia back again.
He had been for a scope the week previously. "The doctor just phoned me on the way up here, I have a tumor on my pancreas"
There were no questions which was very unlike me I put my face in my hands and cried, sobbed. I looked up to see my Mam crying and the girls looking at me very confused. "Whats happened Mummy" and there it was, Cancer had just arrived and I wasn't sure if it would leave.
My Dad retired at 59, he worked hard all his life and was made redundant weeks before his 60th birthday.
When I had the girls he helped me a lot. He would get the bus up to me once a week as he didn't drive and stay for 2 days. He made me tea, chatted to me about god knows what, made me laugh when I was about to crack, held a screaming colicky baby and played with a toddler pretending to be a puppy, princess or whatever was required of him that particular day. We would watch Home and Away and drink coffee when the girls napped. I loved having him around and he loved having a purpose to his day and spending time with the girls.
I went back to work part time when my eldest girl started school and he minded them once or twice a week.
It was February 2015, I arrived home from work to find him and my Mam who had just retired a week previously sitting at my kitchen table. When I walked in they looked at me, my Dad with the deepest saddest brown eyes I had ever seen, it was like he was apologising to me for something. I immediately asked what was wrong.
He had been to the doctor with stomach pains for months, we thought it was his hernia back again.
He had been for a scope the week previously. "The doctor just phoned me on the way up here, I have a tumor on my pancreas"
There were no questions which was very unlike me I put my face in my hands and cried, sobbed. I looked up to see my Mam crying and the girls looking at me very confused. "Whats happened Mummy" and there it was, Cancer had just arrived and I wasn't sure if it would leave.
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