On April 9th at 5:55 pm, my dad died. He was diagnosed with cancer on March 21st. On March 31st I brought him to my home to seek treatment as I live near a reputable cancer center. On April 1st, we were told that he would not survive chemo, so once again I brought someone I love home and my children again cared for someone that they loved who was ill. They cared for him the best that they could. 1 week later he became too ill for us to care for and entered a Hospice facility where he died 24 hours later.
My sweet, poor children. how much more.....
