The past 2 weeks had been fun. We laughed, we smiled. It was the best holiday ever. Until we came back. My dad had an appointment the next day at the hospital. I thought it was some random checkup but I was wrong. Whilst he was outside, we went to Saturday school. However, he called my mum and told her to get the kids and come straight home. When we arrived , his face was pale, his eyes were watery, something was definitely wrong. He said one word. Cancer. We froze waiting for an explaintion. Bowel cancer. He said that the reason why he had blood coming out every time he went to the toilet is because he had bowel cancer. He had it for quite a while but he didn't know. We had moved to a different surgery because the one we had gone to first kept saying there is nothing wrong with you. But they had thought wrong. As I am typing this, my dad is 38 minutes into his 6 hour surgery.
Page updated 5 December 2016