I looked after my beautiful father while he suffered lung cancer and watched him suffer until he passed away. I showered him, I rushed to him from work when my mum called to say he had slipped down his chair and I loved him more and more each day when he watched me with his loving eyes and even when I hurt him he never called out or hurt me. On the day he fell into a coma I kissed his head and promised him I would look after Mum so that he could go in peace. He passed away soon after. Since that time I have not been well and I cant seem to get my life back. I had a breakdown after his funeral and I haven't been able to work since then. This was seven years ago and all I have done is write a poem for The Anti cancer council Arts program. I will attach a copy under my discussion. This illness touches every part of my life and all since then it has been one death after another which has kept me frightened of every day. When will this be over. I used to love life and have a great sense of humour.
Its as if I died the day my dad died.This is my poem for my father.
MEMORIES OF MY FATHER.
Trusting eyes,
Gentle hands,
Love abounds and gives strength.
Water falls,
Soap suds,
Loving hands to wash his body.
Taking care,
Give a kiss,
Dry with gentle rubs and caress.
Dress his body,
Wasting and sore,
Taking care to ease the pain.
Lift him up,
Muffled cry,
Into the wheelchair for a new day.
Love you Dad,
With all my heart,
I shared your suffering every day.
Peace has come,
You’ve left us now,
Your love abounds and gives us strength.
In loving memory of my father, Stanley Phillips, who died of lung cancer.




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