My Dads got Cancer. Inoperable, terminal liver and oesophageal cancer. I’m still very much coming to terms with this fact. I’ve not cried, I’ve not got angry, I’ve not questioned the existence of a God or asked “why?”. I’ve got on with the fact that my Dads time is limited and wherever I can I’ll spend some time with him. But is not as easy as that is it? Every time I see him I’m reminded that he’s got cancer. His condition is starting to define him and my relationship with him. This ...
Family website, helping encourage people to get outside. Keeping costs as low as possible. Lots of caravan and camping advise and adventures