My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer February last year. In June it had spread into his bones at a rapid rate at this point he was in a wheel chair as he could not work I went to my mom and dads every night for four months to change him and put him to bed. They gave him 12 months to live in the June. In September he tried to get out of bed on his own and fell and broke his collar bone. He went to hospital and was there for 3 weeks sadly he never returned home. He passed away on October 6th in the early hours. It’s sounds mad but I speak to him daily and hope he can hear me. Miss him so much. He was my best friend we did everything together got him in the wolves box 4 weeks before he died. He loved the wolves. Always went together.
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