In the name of the Father....

Last Summer my Dad developed a cough which never really went away.

He is very ‘old school’, and so just shrugged it off and wouldn’t really see his GP. Just before Xmas he suddenly and significantly deteriorated in his mobility and energies, and this continued to decline swiftly until he was given an apt for an x-ray in March of this year. The results from this caused great concern to the consultant so he was referred for a CT scan 2 weeks later.

When I took him to this, his overall condition was extremely poor and he was admitted into the acute ward of Singleton immediately and transferred the next day to another more specialist ward.

The diagnosis from the scan was that he had a very late stage and very aggressive cancer in his right lung. While throughout we have been told little, it was not hard to understand and draw the correct conclusion from what we knew….we fully understood that we were looking at weeks rather than Months.

He was in Singleton for almost 2 weeks, then came to us down the Lane for another 2 weeks before heading home for a week in Brynmill. His condition worsened and so he was admitted to Ty Olwen last Monday. 

With my Mum and Hanney holding his right hand, and me holding his left, he finally drew his last breath at 2:30am on Sat morn. For the last few days certainly, he was in peace and felt no pain, even at the last he simply faded away with no discomfort or anything.

To the end he has been one of the bravest, noblest, honourable and simply beautiful person I have known….he lives on now within the blood of Hanney and I.

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‘nuff said….

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