My dad got diagnosed on my birthday in July with advanced bowel cancer which has spread to the liver. He's got numerous meta scattered all over his liver. One lot of chemo didn't do much other than make him feel rubbish and the tumors grew.  He had another lot and we went back today to find that the liver mets have grown again consuming too much of the liver to operate or do anything.

Im having weird dreams and nightmares.  Sometimes it feels unreal.  Other times it hits from no where like the realist thing in the world.

He's 61 and has had a good life, but he's so desperate to live it's a shame.

I'm 38 and have a great dad in my life for years so know am lucky but I'm gutted.  Wish it didn't have to be this way.  Sorry to everyone going through it.