I lost my Dad to liver cancer 14 years ago.
Following the diagnosis he only lived barely for another 3 months. He was determined to die at home and through the devoted care of my Mum (now sadly gone too but that due to Alzheimers) and the outstanding Macmillan Nurses, his final days were at least spent in familiar surroundings that he knew and loved.
I know it's trite, but there isn't a day that goes by when I don't think of either mum or dad and usually both.
Dad's passing made me really think about my own life; how short it is in absolute terms and to make the most of each precious each day.