Today is the one year date from my dad’s diagnosis with stage IV Glioblastoma Multiforme.
He lived 302 days after diagnosis.
10 months, 1 week and 2 days.
I wrote a post here wondering if I’d rather have someone die suddenly or know that their time was short. I think I’ve decided that I would want to know.
I hate this cancer. I hate all cancer, but this one is a mean relentless beast. I am trying to take the positives out of all this. One of the biggest positives we got was we knew our time was limited. I talked to my dad almost every day on the phone. I told my dad I loved him more than 302 times in those 10 months. It was the last thing I said to him before he died. I have the peace of mind that he KNEW I loved him and I knew he loved me. No second guessing that fact.
My family is pretty close. I usually would see my parents at least once a month. Knowing my dad was going to die sooner made those last visits more meaningful and special. I am glad I had that. I am glad I have those memories now.