Through A Daughter's Eyes: Watching Dad's Valley of Cancer

I sat with my dad this morning so mom could take Bobby into the city since we can't leave Dad on his own anymore due to the difficulties he had with walking and balance. He was so weak and said he felt sick. I watched him cook an omelet rather sloppily and he kept forgetting and trying to find words. Man, I had to let out a chuckle every so often just to hold back tears.

Dad chose to drink today and he could barely function because of that and the pain. He wanted to talk to Bobby, but Bobby didn't want to talk to him because he had drank. I wonder how long it will be before Dad passes away; I have a feeling that it won't be too long until that happens.

Dad went into the Palliative Care Room at Raymond Hospital so that he would be able to take the nap van to his appointment in Calgary that is scheduled for tomorrow.

I rubbed Dad's back for 20 minutes in the evening because he was in such terrible pain.

I got woken up by my mom at five-thirty a.m. because she needed help lifting Dad, who had fallen on the floor, up because he couldn't get up on his own. Together, we lifted him up to the couch.