and he was my classical sort of hero father figure, on a pedestal. i had worshipped him for as long as i can remember, since being a tiny little girl. and he was my rock. and if i ever had a problem in my life, he was the person, not only that i would call, but he would fix it. he would know what to say to fix it. and ifound it unbelievably difficult to see this man, who was such a colossus for me, steadily, relentlessly being stripped away by this horrible disease, both physically and mentally. he, towards the end, became frightened, became angry, went through periods of almost bitterness as he gradually adjusted to his diagnosis. i mean, that s interesting because what i think is important to say from what you write about death is that no amount of morphine is going to get rid
own father as a patient. and, as it happens, he was a veteran gp himself. you write about it in a way that suggests to me that you were surprised that it actually hit you in the way that it did. despite all of the years you d had in palliative care, this was something very different for you. yes. dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer from the outset. it had already spread. and he was my classical sort of hero father figure, on a pedestal. i had worshipped him for as long as i can remember, since being a tiny little girl. and he was my rock. and if i ever had a problem in my life, he was the person, not only that i would call, but he would fix it. he would know what to say to fix it. and ifound it unbelievably difficult to see this man, who was such a colossus for me, steadily, relentlessly being stripped away by this
daughter, but you were also a doctor who was analysing your own father as a patient. and, as it happens, he was a veteran gp himself. you write about it in a way that suggests to me that you were surprised that it actually hit you in the way that it did. despite all of the years you d had in palliative care, this was something very different for you. yes. dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer from the outset. it had already spread. and he was my classical sort of hero father figure, on a pedestal. i had worshipped him for as long as i can remember, since being a tiny little girl. and he was my rock. and if i ever had a problem in my life, he was the person, not only that i would call, but he would fix it. he would know what to say to fix it. and ifound it unbelievably difficult to see this man,
you write about it in a way that suggests to me that you were surprised that it actually hit you in the way that it did. despite all of the years you d had in palliative care, this was something very different for you. yes. dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer from the outset. it had already spread. and he was my classical sort of hero father figure, on a pedestal. i had worshipped him for as long as i can remember, since being a tiny little girl. and he was my rock. and if i ever had a problem in my life, he was the person, not only that i would call, but he would fix it. he would know what to say to fix it. and ifound it unbelievably difficult to see this man, who was such a colossus for me, steadily, relentlessly being stripped away by this horrible disease, both physically and mentally.
yes. dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer from the outset. it had already spread. and he was my classical sort of hero father figure, on a pedestal. i had worshipped him for as long as i can remember, since being a tiny little girl. and he was my rock. and if i ever had a problem in my life, he was the person, not only that i would call, but he would fix it. he would know what to say to fix it. and ifound it unbelievably difficult to see this man, who was such a colossus for me, steadily, relentlessly being stripped away by this horrible disease, both physically and mentally. he, towards the end, became frightened, became angry, went through periods of almost bitterness as he gradually adjusted to his diagnosis.