A few months ago, my father was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. After several rounds of unsuccessful treatment, he is now on hospice. Since March, I have watched a strong, sharp man change into a frail, confused, helpless man. It's the most difficult thing I have ever dealt with, and that's saying a lot. A terminally ill loved one is a situation I would not wish on anyone. I am in the process of finding a facility where my dad can receive the 24 hour care he desperately needs. I haven't always gotten along with my dad, but none of that matters anymore. Now he's not someone to argue or disagree with, he's someone to help while remembering the times he has helped me.
I love you dad. Happy father's day, for the last time.