My dad was diagnosed with bile duct cancer in June of 2012. We thought we were lucky because we'd caught it at such an early stage and the doctors were able to remove the mass growing on his liver entirely, as most cases of bile duct cancer are inoperable. The cancer grew back and so my dad began chemo. He battled hard for 10 months and things were looking up, the doctors said he was a miracle and basically in remission after only 3 treatments. Then things got worse. My father was in a lot of pain and so he made the decision to stop hooking up his nutrition pack (his only source of any nutrients besides water for about a month.) He passed away April 3rd, 2013. I held my fathers hand while I watched him take his last breath. I've been in denial since the day he got diagnosed and I'm having a hard time coping right now. Just thought I needed to type it out and maybe then it would sink in. But it still isn't, and I don't think it ever will. My heart goes out to anyone suffering from a loss.