There will be no blogging today as I'm heading back to the North-East with a heavy heart to say goodbye to my Dad. Eighteen months ago he was diagnosed with bone cancer and was told all they could do was slow it down, not stop it. Just last week he was admitted to hospital to try and give him another bout of chemo, but he started having stomach pains and they were unable to dose him up. The pains have grown worse and he is starting to lose the final battle.
Our politics are polar opposites as he's a great believer in socialism and the welfare state, though has little time for socialists or the Labour Party. He believes that those who have should help those who haven't, so long as those who haven't use the help to get past their troubles. He has no time for those who see benefit dependency as a lifestyle choice, he was getting paid for moderating exam results only last year at the age of 75.
I can't say enough how proud I am of my Dad, when I measure myself against him I always come up short, though he was (and is) proud of me for no reason I can see.
So today I say goodbye, I don't shed tears easily, but I suspect today they'll flow easily.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
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Cancer is a bastard. You have my sympathies and I wish him a peaceful and painless death. At the end of the day, that's the best any of can wish for.
I am somewhat sanitized when it comes to cancer as my daughter is a radiotherapist - but it does give me an insight into what an ordeal you and your family are going through. I wish you well.
I'm sure that I'm not alone when I saw our thoughts are with you and your family at this sad time.
So very sorry to hear this, my thoughts are with you.
Be brave my friend. I've been where you are now and it hurts like hell.
Very sad news. Take care yourself.
He's proud because he's a dad. Proud to leave a son behind who follows his path, now, for he, sadly closing. All you can do is live on as he would wish. My prayers for you and all your family.
My deepest condolences to you QM.
Monty
My Mother died of cancer at the all too early age of 68. (she was 69 but the last few months of her life were not life, they were in a hospital and a hospice, I don't count those 3 moths past her 69th birthday as life). I can't give you any words of comfort, i wish i could, I just hpoe your esteemed Father is peacefull and happy in the knowledge has a fine son
Take some comfort knowing that many are thinking a good thought for you today
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