My father dragged himself up off the couch today, to go the Ottawa Cancer Centre to ask the doctor about the bleeding that keeps getting worse in his mouth.

Besides the fact I told him there is nothing anyone can do at this point, he was also trying to get help from the same doctor who was a total douchebag back in November–and I told my father that he’s a douchebag–

So my father dragged himself up and into the Cancer Centre today–no easy task.

After his appointment, heartbroken, defeated,

“Well, that was a waste of time.”

I really wish my father had let me sit next to him in the doctor’s office. I would have gotten at least some IV fluids and better pain meds at home.

I should have been there.