Hello Nora,
I'm sorry. I lost my Dad to cancer when he was 61. He lived about half a year after his diagnosis. It was an incredibly difficult time for the entire family.
The one good thing about the whole ordeal was that we did have that half year in which to say everything we wanted to. Watching him go downhill was painful, but I cherish every moment we had together. Had he died by, say, being hit by a bus, we wouldn't have had the gift of being able say our goodbyes.
I know that that's small comfort to you right now, but, without knowing your and your Mom's beliefs in the hereafter, it's all I have to offer. That, and an e-hug: {{{Nora}}}.
Peace,
Lynn
