My mom's face was ashen,she had cried all her eyes out and i bet there was no more tears left in her eyes. I struggled staying strong for he said albeit i knew u was hurting from deep within. My dad was on the life supporting machine in the glass ward, we could only talk to her through the glass walls.
My dad was in his final stages of Acute myeloid leukaemia. He had worsening weakness and exhaustion no wonder he felt tired while giving his speech,he was spending most of his time in bed,he had lost so much weight and he had grown so thin,he had lost his appetite and could hardly swallow fluids down his throat, he didn't talk much like he used to and would occasionally zone out whilst talking.
He had only a few hours to live and he wasn't bothered about it, i wanted to have a lone time w
