Been to see Dad again tonight. Bloody hell this is costing a fortune in petrol. I've filled the car up twice already this week.
Not that it matters. It's worth every penny, but it's at times like this you realise how much it costs. He's in high spirits but that's probably because he had taken something that made him seem like he was on Speed for a while. Hospitals are horrible places, i hate 'em. They stink, they are inhuman and although everyone tries to pretend they are happy you can tell that deep down inside they are really thinking get me out of this place.
My mum came to mine for a cuppa and something to eat before i took her home. she had a bit of a cry. I can tell it's really getting to her, which in turn got to me.
He was told that if he didn't have any treatment the cancer will really start to show in 6 weeks. After that he would have 6 months. So as you can imagine there is no time to think about quality of life or if he wants to go through any treatment at all. He's just doing as he's told and getting on with it.
As i drove back in the dark i cried to myself in the car. I nearly ran off the fucking road i could hardly see out the bloody window.
Anyway enough of the update now. No more Cancer talk unless i have to. I need cheering up. so here's a picture of a naked man. Even at times like this sex can work it's wonders at the right moment.