Thank you! I'm so sorry you lost your mum. That was so quick too. You're probably still in shock. I know we are.
If dad ends up in hospital again I'm taking no messing at all. @davek I'm going to be strong and I will stand my ground and make a formal complaint.
It sounds like we are handling things quite similarly. Dads home at the moment and so we've been sat with him talking and laughing, even teasing him. Every time I leave him I say to him "stay alive dad" and he says "I'll try lovely girl". It's become our little joke I suppose. If joke is the right word because it's so real. He idolises his grandchildren so he's had them there playing and although he can't play with them now he'll tuck one of my twins either side of him and they'll watch tv and chat. It is all so sudden. I can't even remember when he was diagnosed now, I think it will be three weeks next Wednesday. He was ok before that.
He had an awful turn last night. He was slurring and hunched over just not himself at all. I think he waited until he saw me before letting go and letting out his suffering. He was having a huge panic attack but he's never had one before so of course he thought he was actually dying. The ambulance team took over half an hour to arrive (not their fault at all but half an hour is a very long time in a situation like that especially as we thought was dying too to be honest). When they did arrive they really showed up they were incredible. We had an ambulance, a rapid response car and a car full of the air ambulance doctors. I've never seen anything like it.
However the follow up care is really strange and I'm still navigating it for him and mum. They made him an appointment at the out of hours doctors for 9.30 last night for anxiety meds. Just after they left he came over in absolute agony. I have never seen my dad cry before but he was crying and saying "help me" you can imagine the rest and he told me he was scared and embarrassed and he said he has never in his life had pain like it. I took him to the doctors and they were fab. Upped his morphine and gave him anxiety meds.
None of the guys who helped us last night were impressed that dads palliative care team aren't coming until next Thursday and the doctor wasn't impressed that my dad was expected to go to an appointment. He said it has to be a home visit unless my dad specifically says he's well enough to attend. I just feel like we are at the mercy of people who don't care that much sometimes and who seem to put dad on the back burner. Even with this biopsy on Wednesday. If they'd have done it sooner and started his treatment he would have had a chance. Now it's with a heavy heart that I say after last night I don't think my dad is going to live very long at all, I really don't. He fell asleep with his head in mums lap last night, this isn't my dad.
I do agree with @davek and I think if things go wrong we all have a duty in a way to complain because a lot of it is down to there being no compassion and by complaining we bring attention to the issue and it could stop someone else going through it.
On TV you hear so much positivity about cancer, cures for this and that, funding all over the plane, charity events etc....but I can honestly say in real life there have been no positives with it. I probably shouldn't say that but it's true. It's the worst thing I've ever seen.
Everyone here is in my thoughts and I'm so sorry to everyone who's feeling pain from it all.