My Dad, Bill Malcomson was a little battler who fought stoically against cancer, not once but twice in his life, 40 years apart. At the end he weighed 38kg and was riddled with the ugly black lumps of metastatic melanoma and passed alone in a nursing home on a hot February night wearing only an adult nappy, unable to speak or see.
Im doing this so another daughter does not have to experience her beloved father's suffering.
I would be grateful for your help.