Welcome to 'the arse just fell out of my world' central. Three weeks ago I saw my Dad at a family party, he was super quiet but when asked just said his cough was bothering him. He had been to a doctor but was given nasal spray. Otherwise he was just my Dad.
Two weeks ago my parents came to stay to take me to my dress fitting. After a few drinks I told Dad I was worried about him at the family party. He said "No point worryingly babe, it doesn't change anything.
One week ago I received a call from my mum to say Dad had been to Drs again and taken in to hospital for a chest X ray.
Monday he had pneumonia.
Tuesday he had pleurisy and fluid on his abdomen.
Wednesday I had discovered google. And he was on a liver ward.
Thursday he rang me to tell me has has liver and bowel cancer and there's nothing they can do.
Friday I rushed home. My family are in pieces. Dad was allowed home for the weekend as we will know nothing more until a medical meeting early next week. Fiancee has come to join me. We did a lot of laughing cos there was nothing else to do.
Today I had an email telling me I get married in 7 weeks and the venue needs my numbers. I rang them, they were lovely, but... what the bloody f*ck.
I have no wedding insurance, not that it matters. Money is money but my Dad is my Dad. I just don't know how to handle this. I'm scared of mentioning the wedding because I don't want my family to think its all I care about. Dad has made it clear that living for 49 days to be there is his aim, but wedding is 2 hours from his home and hospital. Also in a real state about work cos fiancee and I live so far away that I can't be with my family and at work.
I am in pieces.
This wasn't meant to happen to me.
