by RHIAN DAVIES
My dad was diagnosed with bowel cancer on 21st March 2011. On further investigation we found that it had spread to his liver. Our lives fell apart as my dad had always been so healthy and had been hiding symptoms from us. They told us it was Stage four cancer and that he had about a year to live. He had surgery to remove the tumour in the bowel and then began intensive chemotherapy, which he handled with such bravery and dignity. The chemotherapy was successful and they advised us that they offered a liver resection to remove the tumours which was unsuccessful. We were devastated because the possibility of a cure was taken away from us and we were faced with losing him allover again. Over the last sixteen months he went through more rounds of chemotherapy which left him weaker and weaker. Despite all of this, he remained cheerful and bore everything with such grace and remained remarkably active.
Them five weeks ago he started having fluid gathering in his stomach and he began to spend more time in bed. He was admitted three times to have stomach drained, each time getting weaker. Then two weeks ago, his eyes began to turn yellow and he was struggling to get out of bed and even though we knew this meant his liver was failing we still could not believe it. On the last day of his life he was still lucid but very weak. The about 4pm he fell asleep and never woke up again. He had a difficult night and died on November 22nd 2013 at 11.07 am. I cannot explain the pain I feel and how much I cannot believe that I will never see him again. He was my dad, he taught me so much, gave me so such strength and asked for so little in return. My love for him grew even more because of the way he loved my children and what he did for them. I don't know how I am going to manage without him and life will never be the same again. I love you dad, more than you ever knew.