I'm pretending to everyone that I'm fine, I'm not scared, and I'm certainly not falling apart, but I am. My father was diagnosed with multiple myeloma five years ago, he's done very well, there is no cure, but now we are reaching the end. He's back on chemo, which he has to give himself , can you imagine that. His kidneys can no longer cope, so he's only back on that vile , painful stuff until they can no longer cope, which I'm sure won't be long. I almost wish I could die with him as I don't think I can stand the pain that's to come, my father has been, like so many, the bravest man, and will always be my hero...