On 29th November 2018 I received the worst phone call from my local hospital telling me I needed to go over to see my Dad as quickly as possible. I rushed over was given the news that my Dad had leukaemia and had just 48 hours to live.
To add to this I was 11 weeks pregnant.
I told my Dad and we cried together.
My Dad held on much to the doctors surprise however, after experiencing some bleeding, I miscarried the following week.
I had to tell my Dad and again, we cried together. The whole experience was heartbreaking. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
My Dad fought on through numerous blood transfusions and eventually moved in to a nursing home, but on 20th January 2019 he sadly lost his battle.
I aim to share my story and to fundraise in order to help research. Cancer took my Dad and my daughters Grandpops away from us far too quickly. Please donate anything you can.
This ones for you Dad ❤️