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My dad was the warmest, most thoughtful & funny man. He had a way of making people feel at ease. Seen. Heard. And for those lucky enough, so deeply loved.
He was full of life, completely devoted to his family, and he absolutely adored his grandkids. He loved watching his beloved Tigers and having a punt on the horses on a Saturday. He had an undeniable presence.
But cancer doesn’t care about the things that make a person special.
When Dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, we had no idea how quickly it would take him from us. Eight months. That’s all we got.
Eight months of watching the strongest man I knew become a shadow of himself. He lost so much weight, so much strength, until there was nothing left but the sickness.
There was no quality of life, no more laughter, no more warm, safe, all consuming hugs.
He was robbed of time—time to watch his grandkids grow, time to enjoy the simple things he loved. And we were robbed of him.
I want a future where people can feel confident to dare to Hope. Dare to believe that the outcome might be different. Dare to expect recovery. Remission. Revival!
