My Dad was having a slightly better day today. He had a day at home, so I had chosen to spend it with him. The sun was shining, so I had suggested we sit for a while in the garden. I had pushed him outside in the wheelchair the hospital had provided, making sure, despite the heat from the sun, he had a blanket over him as he always felt cold to the touch.
He was looking thinner by the day, I was sure of it. The treatment they continued to give him seemed to do little in my opinion, but the Dr was adamant it would help him. Though, I was seeing no sign of that.
I wanted to speak to my Dad today. He seemed to be quite alert, and we were alone. I thought it was time to find out about my Mum. I knew he would likely get angry, but the time had come for him to be honest with his son. I just n
