This morning we woke up to this view:
We are being spoilt with this sunny spring weather again. We lay in bed for 40 minutes just chatting away. It's nice to have those lie in days. But then, my mum called me & told me about what the Dr had said about my dad yesterday. Dr. Lewis comes to visit my dad at home every few weeks to check up on him.
Now, my dad has always been a very outdoors person. When I was little, up until he was diagnosed with the cancer, he would always be up at 7am walking the dogs on the beach & then spending the rest of the day doing something outside. So this sunny weather = my dad going out. The other day, he was in the JCB putting some fence posts up with my brothers & my mum said to me ''Your dad will be half dead after doing this..."
It's always the same. He rests until he's feeling 'okay' then he'll try and overdo something, then suffer until he's well enough again. So a few weeks back I mentioned he had pluracy in one of his lungs, well, he took some antibiotics for that & we thought he was better. But, he hadn't finished the course of antibiotics & had gone outside all day (even though the sun is out & is warm it's still pretty cold unless your out of the breeze). So my mum told me this morning that the Dr has found he has the fluid now in both lungs... so he's been told off by my mum, brothers & friends to make sure he does not overdo anything & to make sure he finishes his course of antibiotics this time.
The other day I was looking back at old pictures & it makes me so sad & also, very angry that this had to happen to my dad. The guy who used to be smiling all of the time, joking all of the time, out everyday - rain or shine, the guy who used to get so mad if I stayed in on a nice day... I hope this clears up fast so he can at least just sit outside rather than being in the house.
This was a phase he went through. Buying old Landrovers, doing them up & selling them on. He was retired at this point & did this as a hobby. Ignore my American flag ripped jeans, lol. This was back in 2002.
After putting my new alloys on my first ever car back in 2004.
Putting the blow up Snowman up on our our family home (now my brother Tom's house). My mum kept saying how he was going to fall off. Even though he wouldn't be able to do this today, he still tries his best to get out & come back half dead, lol - This was Christmas 2004.
A couple more photos of how he used to goof around all the time, from 2005.
& lastly, I think this picture is so nice :)
Like I said. I hate the fact that this horrible illness had to happen to my dad. He is still the funny person above, but just trapped inside this weaker body. Don't get me wrong, he still manages to make us laugh & smile himself, but I just hope he gets better so he can get out & be like this again...
4 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. I hope he feels better soon.
As usual, I love the photographs and that last one is beautiful. He looks like he must have been a lot of fun to grow up with. I love his smile. He exudes joy.
--Nadja
Your dad looks like a great person to know, those photographs made me chuckle!
Beautiful pictures. The day looks so nice but the ones of your dad too.
Neither of my parents had cancer but they both went from strong healthy people to much physically weaker versions of themselves. One with Parkinsons and one with MND. If you wnat to chat my email is on my profile.
It's very tough seeing the changes.
I came across your blog through the networked blogs friends group and enjoyed reading. The pictures of your dad are wonderful and made me smile.
It's such a difficult thing to go through, as my grandfather had cancer, and can understand.
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