My daddy knocked cancer for six, over 10 years ago, but last week, when admitted to the local hospital for what we thought was acute pneumonia, was in fact diagnosed with inoperable, late-stage lung cancer and subsequently, bowel cancer. There have been moments this week when we thought we had hours left together, now we tentative hope for days.
So, I must retreat for a while and be a daughter, to drink in every moment I have with my brilliantly perfect Daddy.
Speak anon,
CF x