My dad is an amazing man. He supported his family working all the hours he could as a delivery postman. Over the years my dad worked his way up to management and retired Christmas Eve 2015.
My parents would have been together forever and loved eachother as much as the day they met. They weren’t one for PDAs but I never heard either of them say a bad word about the other. My dad said to me just before he retired “When you kids were young me and your mum struggled, now I have everything I have no one to share it with”. I soon reminded him he had 4 children that would be happy to share with him.
It’s times like this that reassured me that I had made the right decision for me. My mum should be here, she should have fulfilled her dream of going to Nashville, she should have seen her daughters get married, enjoyed spending time spoiling her grandchildren but she can’t. My mum didn’t get the chance to reduce her risk but I did.
There is no one like your mum and there have been many times before and after my operation that I have cried for mine. I cried because I missed her, I cried because I wanted her to hold me and tell me everything would be ok, I cried because she gave the choice to live my life without having to worry about cancer.
My dad has filled a massive hole in all our lives, he has continued to be our dad but has also had to listen to all our ups and downs and life’s dramas (and there is certainly plenty of those) that mum normally would.
My dad travelled up and stayed for a few days for my surgery and was there when I was bought back to the ward. When he did go home he rang and text everyday to check how I was. It was 4 days post op when he rang one morning to see how I was and I told him that I had some pain the night before but now felt good. I then went into detail about how the pain felt like being poked with a red hot needle behind my nipple and when the pain stopped I looked to find that the nipple had gone hard. “This is a good sign Dad” I told him “as it means there is a good blood supply”. My dad shared in my enthusiasm as much as a dad could talking about his daughters nipples at 10am in the morning. I’m sure my mum was up there laughing.