Called my Dad for Father's Day today.
"I have cancer, my son."
Five words you're never ready for.
I know exactly what you mean mate!
My dad rang me after I had been to a job interview and I thought how nice of him to show interest. After listening to my good news he handed me the bad news. I can still remember the exact spot where I pulled my car over, the time of the day and him crying for the first time! He lived 8½ months after that day...
I hope your dad is doing good mate!
Walshy: I feel for you mate, I truely do. "Fortunately" my dad didn't go through the stages of cancer your sister is - he got called home before the pain and agony won. I hope for your sister, you and your family that her last days will be as painless and peaceful as possible.
MackemLad: I appreciate your words. I have found that talking about it and sharing it with people, even people I don't know, is good for me - it helps me getting over it. It's not that I have depressions over it, but from time to time the I miss him like fuck and then talking and sharing helps me. As for the paranoia I've had 3 different docs telling me that the forms of cancer my dad and grandmom died from are not biologically enherited and that I should not spend time thinking about... Easy for them to say.