Dad passed away on October 17, 2014….
Today, on his 69th birthday, I think of him with fond memories in my heart.
It was a 4 and a half year struggle, a struggle to keep cancer at bay. But in the end, cancer emerged vitorious. The end wasnt a very good sight. I will never forget the last few days, sitting by his side, and feeling his hand, I saw the way he was sliping away. I will probably come to terms with the fact that Dad is no more.. but never will I come to terms with the way his life ended.
The fight against cancer is a tough one. Probably the toughest battles in life. Not only for the patient but for the near and dear ones too. It greatly reduces the quality of life , and often makes me wonder is it actally worth it?