My mum, dad and sister are down for the weekend, ostensibly for my birthday, but also for my parent's great grand daughter's birthday. She is having a party this afternoon, at which M, my mum and my sister (the Bad Sister: she brought me a bottle of whisky, and she stinks the house out with fags in the morning) are providing security (or party food and games or something). I got me and my dad out of it by offering to take him out for the day for some quality time. Trouble is, his cancer and the treatment for it make him unable to be far from a loo, and after "incidents", last night and this morning, he doesnt want to go out at all. So he's downstairs watching the rugby. Luckily for me, the Getting Out Of Going To A Five Year Old's Party excuse still stands for me too.
Isnt it strange how age catches up on us? My dad is always 30 something to me, and to see him so fragile is a shock, especially as he looks the same as he always has. But now he feels the cold, and doesnt do anything. When the treatments over, he plans to spend 3 months driving to Greece and back in their camper van, so the spirit is still there. Good for him!
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Watching parents (and their friends) getting older and more frail is NOT easy, is it?
My dad died a few years ago of a mix of stroke / lung cancer / heart disease... seeing him at the end was not nice.
Great to hear that your dad still has his spirit... and sounds like his marbles are also there: enjoy his company while you can!
And remember to spend quality time with your kids too! They will have the same problems with you in 30 years time (if not next year :-) )
Paul
Must be odd, but the spirit is still there! Brilliant.
Driving to Greece; now that sounds goood :]
There is some ood researcg that suggests a positive attitude can mean a more rapid recovery, so good on you Dad, he's amazing to stay so positive. DO you think I could sneak in the van for the road trip?
With all this horrid weather around hope you and yours down there are all safe. xx
I don't get this smoking phobia...nearly six years ago I packed up the fags after 35 years.
It was a totally personal decision and as far as I'm concerned, anyone who brings me a bottle of Scotch can smoke as much as they like!
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