In June I went to see my dad after he was ill, he told me not to and he’d be fine but I went anyway. I found him on his sofa emaciated I hadn’t noticed how thin he was as he hid it so well. He told me he had cancer and had for some years but was never professionally diagnosed he just knew. After being in the hospital for 4months and having a major op we found out it was cancer of the duodenum but luckily most of it was removed. Dad came home for a month to recover and start chemo but on his first appointment he collapsed and was rushed for tests and an op where we found it had spread and was terminal. He was sent to a hospice where I cared for him as much as I could until Christmas Day when he passed away. I’m struggling so much and miss my dad terribly. This all happened in the space of 6 months. I’m only 23 and just need my dad or some advice on how to cope. Thank you for reading