Hello Drew, I'm ever so sorry to hear about your father's recent diagnosis with cancer. I'm 27, my Dad was diagnosed April 2015 with stage 4 incurable bowel cancer which has spread to his lungs and liver. The only treatments he's been able to have is palliative chemotherapy. It's heartbreaking to know that a loved one won't ever fully recover and you have to sit back and watch them go through this gruelling process. I'm not sure how I've coped, but I have. I guess things take time to process and to understand. You have to allow yourself this time because by the sounds of it you're in shock. When my dad as first diagnosed I couldn't stop crying, I'd wake in the night crying, I just wanted to sleep so I didn't have to 'remember'. I felt so terrified, like life had been sucked out of everything I knew. Then over time the tears gradually decreased and I started to understand the situation more. Taking each day as it comes, for my own health and sanity I have to stay strong. I've gone through phases where I don't seem to feel a thing, almost like I'm numb. I guess in a strange sort of way it's like my bodies taken over and is protecting me from the pain by replacing it with this numbness. Don't feel guilty that you haven't cried yet, I think once you've gotten over the initial shock the tears will come. I sympathise with the anger because I too occasionally feel an overwhelming sense of anger towards life, people...everything. I get annoyed with how much people take for granted, I get annoyed with how selfish people seem to be and I get annoyed by how little people seem to care knowing full well what my fanily are going through and this is only the beginning for us. I don't think there is necessarily a right or wrong way to deal with these sorts of situations, we are all different. This is the perfect place to be when you need to discuss your feelings, because we all have something in common on here. X