Wanted to share this (if your going to be mean, rude..move past this post)
This is my dad, he is in the last stage of his cancer. He is very tired, sleeping a lot and gets blood and platelets every other day to make him comfortable. I so wish I could be holding his hand right now. He is so weak that he is hardly eating and barely talking. I just wish he will go home to where he is being called, I know my grandparnets are waiting on the other side for him. When he feels like talking he saids he can see my grandmom. I know we are getting close to the end, and I hate watching him suffer.
I added a picture of him before cancer