Some of you will know that my father was diagnosed with advanced small cell lung cancer on 30th September – just three months ago. By the time the diagnosis was made the cancer had already spread to his liver. He was given two rounds of chemotherapy, which didn’t work, and then a short round of radiotherapy for symptom control.
My father died on Wednesday afternoon. He declined very quickly, quicker than the doctor and nurses expected, but he passed away peacefully at home with his family – and that was all he wanted towards the end. To be at home with those he loved. We’re grateful that he didn’t suffer too much at the end – one minute he was there, the next he was gone.
Words really are inadequate right now. Mum and I are bearing up as best we can, with the amazing support of my partner, Matt. I will be posting again soon, for a sense of normality, but for now I’ll end with some photos of my dad which have lovely memories attached:
William Couch. 13th September 1944 – 22nd December 2010.