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I'd just like to thanks everyone who has been in touch and commented on my last entry, I really didn't know what to say and how to put it, but thank you everyone, I only wish I had the time to reply to each person individually.
Your support means so much right now and I understand it's hard to know what to say to me, trust me if I were in your situation I would be exactly the same, the truth is I honestly don't know what to say either. My family are doing as well as they can really, we're dealing with it well but to be truthful we've been facing it privately in the back of all our minds since he got diagnosed but it was still a shock how quickly he went downhill. Below is a very brief story of what happened, I haven't included how we all felt i've got entries on my laptop I promise to post tomorrow if anyone's interested in reading them (it will make you appreciate your problems and also your parents)
He was absolutely fine on January 14th, we went for a fry up breakfast and then we went to currys where I bought a video camera for my ski trip. On the Monday he got ill and basically didn't get up from bed the whole week, he then stopped eating and lost a lot of weight. Me and my mum had to take him to hospital the next week, where therey diagnosed a chest infection un-related to the cancer. Over the next week and a half he had a drain put in his lung and he slowly got better. However on the second Wednesday we called to the hospital at 10pm (the worst fear of sitting at home was the phone going) he had had a fit. It was then the doctor sat us down and told us they thought the cancer had spread from his throat to his lymph glands and had gone to his brain. That was it, we knew it then, once that disease gets that far it's all over. They then basically drugged him up so he was comfortable and wouldn't fit anymore. The next morning is when his doctor told us there was nothing more they could do, that was the hardest point really. After that we were at his bedside 2 or 3 times a day for hours at a time. He knew we were there and would sometimes say a few words but the drugs just meant he was mainly sleeping although he could still hear us and would even wake up if his phone (which my mum was using for relatives numbers) went off. Over the days relatives and his best friend, Gary. Came to see him and keep him company most of the day.
On the Saturday night mum told me and Ellie she would give us a lie in the next morning because we were devoid of sleep. She came and saw me in the morning just to let me know she was going to hospital for an hour or so by herself. She was there when he died, she said his breathing just got slower and slower until he stopped.
Now I don't know if you're the sort of person who believes in these things but she was the only person there compelled to go and visit him that morning for some reason, the first time she had been to see him alone and it was 7 years to the day that my nanny, his mum, died.
That was, as I said, brief and with all the emotional feeling and thoughts left out. I will get some more stuff posted though.
Thanks again for your support, my mum and sister also pass on their thanks. <3
Your support means so much right now and I understand it's hard to know what to say to me, trust me if I were in your situation I would be exactly the same, the truth is I honestly don't know what to say either. My family are doing as well as they can really, we're dealing with it well but to be truthful we've been facing it privately in the back of all our minds since he got diagnosed but it was still a shock how quickly he went downhill. Below is a very brief story of what happened, I haven't included how we all felt i've got entries on my laptop I promise to post tomorrow if anyone's interested in reading them (it will make you appreciate your problems and also your parents)
He was absolutely fine on January 14th, we went for a fry up breakfast and then we went to currys where I bought a video camera for my ski trip. On the Monday he got ill and basically didn't get up from bed the whole week, he then stopped eating and lost a lot of weight. Me and my mum had to take him to hospital the next week, where therey diagnosed a chest infection un-related to the cancer. Over the next week and a half he had a drain put in his lung and he slowly got better. However on the second Wednesday we called to the hospital at 10pm (the worst fear of sitting at home was the phone going) he had had a fit. It was then the doctor sat us down and told us they thought the cancer had spread from his throat to his lymph glands and had gone to his brain. That was it, we knew it then, once that disease gets that far it's all over. They then basically drugged him up so he was comfortable and wouldn't fit anymore. The next morning is when his doctor told us there was nothing more they could do, that was the hardest point really. After that we were at his bedside 2 or 3 times a day for hours at a time. He knew we were there and would sometimes say a few words but the drugs just meant he was mainly sleeping although he could still hear us and would even wake up if his phone (which my mum was using for relatives numbers) went off. Over the days relatives and his best friend, Gary. Came to see him and keep him company most of the day.
On the Saturday night mum told me and Ellie she would give us a lie in the next morning because we were devoid of sleep. She came and saw me in the morning just to let me know she was going to hospital for an hour or so by herself. She was there when he died, she said his breathing just got slower and slower until he stopped.
Now I don't know if you're the sort of person who believes in these things but she was the only person there compelled to go and visit him that morning for some reason, the first time she had been to see him alone and it was 7 years to the day that my nanny, his mum, died.
That was, as I said, brief and with all the emotional feeling and thoughts left out. I will get some more stuff posted though.
Thanks again for your support, my mum and sister also pass on their thanks. <3