The visit

My Dad lives in Atlanta and I can’t imagine how difficult it was for him to be so far away when his youngest daughter was going through such an ordeal.

He wanted to come over as soon as I was diagnosed but I convinced him to wait until after my surgery so that I could spend time with him in my own home rather than in the hospital surrounded by all those sick people…

My limited mobility after surgery turned me into a clingy child. I wanted my Mum, Steph or my sister to be with me constantly and I would secretly cry if they had to go out. I’ve always been a very independant person and enjoy my own company but during this, I was anxious and scared and didn’t want to be alone for a second.

Seeing my Dad was wonderful. Knowing he was nearby was so comforting.

We have a lot in common, Dad and I. We love nothing more than a good camping trip with a bit of kayaking, walking, whisky drinking and guitar playing. I wasn’t able to do any of this while he was over and that was grim. I felt really guilty about sleeping on the couch beside him while he watched TV or played guitar. I know he just wanted to be with me but I was already desperate to return to normal. I’ll let you know when that happens!

We did manage a few little walks and got out to eat a few times too. This felt pretty enormous after being in hiding for the past few weeks. I even did a test run of one of my wigs in preparation for chemo starting.

dinner with dad

Dad went home and it was a really emotional goodbye. I can admit now that I was terrified I’d never see him again and tried to hold on to every moment in my mind. Cancer is a great giver of perspective and I can tell you that the most important thing in this world is being loved and loving others in return. A bit Cheesey McCheese but it’s powerfully true.

OK, go and hug someone. Do it, you’ll feel good x