My father was diagnozed for cancer in his stomache 9 years ago. they removed the tumours 8 years ago....he was considered totally healthy.
3 years ago he got it again, this time hitting first his bones in the neck, then his liver, left arm, lungs and finally brain.
I was 16 years old, my brother 10.
my father died slowly. in the end though, Im happy since he was throughout the entire period of illness, aware and I spoke to him, less than 24 hours before he died, 1 hour before he became unconcious for the last time, and he spoke to me.
he gave me his last smile the doctors said, I will always remember that last smile when I said;
he gave me his last smile and it still makes me happy when I think of that smile.....its strange but it does make me happy rather than sad.
the week after my fathers funeral, november 2005, my mother started having terrible stomacheaches.
the doctors thought it was because of the terrible sorrow and stress.