HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!! ❤
Today, it's my Daddy's birthday. He's 56 years young, which is crazy!
The reason I've put this on this blog instead of my normal Miss Catherine Ward blog is that he's been through hell and back with his health and his story may just inspire you to live everyday like it's your last.
My Daddy was a soldier in the Gulf War.
He then continued on with his career but in the IT industry.
A number of years in one job, my Daddy was on the road to success.
Travelling all over (including Wales and Brussels) he gained a high profile in the industry.
2010.
He was diagnosed with throat cancer.
He told no one about it, but found it hard to not tell his wife, so I think she was the only one that knew about it. He didn't want to tell his me or my siblings because he didn't want to upset us.
A long 2 years later, he WON!!! My Daddy had beaten Cancer!!!
I remember hearing the phone ringing, and I heard the words "CJ (my nickname, stands for Catherine Joan), it's Dad for you.
I took the phone, my hands were shaking. I knew something was up.
I fell silent until I heard his voice.
He told me he had cancer and that he had beat it.
The only bit I heard was the 'i had cancer' and it was like my walls caved in. I cried my eyes out but couldn't really take the news in, I finished the call and literally balled my eyes out, I still couldn't believe what I heard. I ran in to my Mum's room and shouted 'give me Matt's number NOW!!' I was so angry at them for not telling me (I thought they knew way before). I couldn't get my brother's number and I just sat crying while hearing his voice saying 'i had cancer' in my head over and over.
4 hours later, my Nan called and said 'it's good news about Dad isn't it?' 'err... what did you just say? So Dad having cancer is good news is it?' was my reply.
Nan was sympathetic at this point and said that Dad had actually beat cancer and he was better. I felt like it was a miracle, like from believing he had cancer then and there to hearing the truth was a massive relief.
When my Nan called, she told me that she had had a phone call from Dad in January telling them what was going on. I thought, how could you keep something like that from me, but she went on to tell me that Dad didn't want us upset, which is completely understandable.
I messaged my Dad that night and told him what Nan said, he explained that he had actually been fighting cancer for two years. I went on to tell him that he could have told me, I'm his little girl, why wouldn't he tell me these things. His reply was simple. He didn't want to upset his kids.
His parents (my Gran and Granddad) didn't even know.
2013.
My Brother came round my house, without anyone really knowing he was coming round...
And I remember hearing his voice at the bottom of the stairs, asking where I was and that he needed to talk to me.
Again, I knew something was up and somehow I instantly thought that it was about Dad.
I was right.
My brother walked into my room and I kind of looked at him as if to say, it's Dad isn't it?
He told me to sit down, I knew.
I looked down to my hands as he told me. At that point, I realised Nan was there too (she normally tells us when she's coming round as well)
The words 'Dad's had a stroke' ate away at my insides and I just looked up at my brother and said (with a giggle) that I didn't believe him and I knew what he said but just didn't want to believe it and to this day I honestly don't know what the rest of the conversation was about. It was killing me. 15 months prior to that, he was starting Chemotherapy. I thought that my Dad wouldn't get that unlucky.
Also, I remember phoning him that day and leaving a voicemail to say good luck for his operation, this was to check if the cancer had returned.
As I am typing this, I'm really trying to remember what else happened that day, I honestly can't remember the rest of that day. I think I was so numb to the world around me.
A couple of weeks later, I had a phone call from my brother to say my Dad's been moved to Kings College in London via police escort and that we nearly lost him on route.
A few months passed and I couldn't stop thinking about him, I was messaging him and my step-mum along with my brothers nearly everyday. I even phoned the hospital because I wasn't really getting any answers from anyone else.
The nurse who answered didn't give any information either, I was heartbroken.
It really hurt me to know that as his little girl, I had no authority to get any information, I was asking how he was not what his whole medical history was.
Fast forward to December 2014, I got a call from my brother and he was visiting my Dad and step-mum for Christmas.
My Dad came on the phone to tell me that he's gonna see me when I go to Matt's in the new year, I was so excited!!!
When I saw Dad for new year, it was crazy to see how cancer and a stroke can affect someone so much. Dad didn't look like himself at all.
We went out for lunch and went back to my brothers flat.
I am so proud and happy to call him my Daddy because he's beaten cancer and survived a stroke, just shows how life can throw anything at you at anytime.
Stay strong and live everyday like it's your last! :D x
The reason I've put this on this blog instead of my normal Miss Catherine Ward blog is that he's been through hell and back with his health and his story may just inspire you to live everyday like it's your last.
My Daddy was a soldier in the Gulf War.
He then continued on with his career but in the IT industry.
A number of years in one job, my Daddy was on the road to success.
Travelling all over (including Wales and Brussels) he gained a high profile in the industry.
2010.
He was diagnosed with throat cancer.
He told no one about it, but found it hard to not tell his wife, so I think she was the only one that knew about it. He didn't want to tell his me or my siblings because he didn't want to upset us.
A long 2 years later, he WON!!! My Daddy had beaten Cancer!!!
I remember hearing the phone ringing, and I heard the words "CJ (my nickname, stands for Catherine Joan), it's Dad for you.
I took the phone, my hands were shaking. I knew something was up.
I fell silent until I heard his voice.
He told me he had cancer and that he had beat it.
The only bit I heard was the 'i had cancer' and it was like my walls caved in. I cried my eyes out but couldn't really take the news in, I finished the call and literally balled my eyes out, I still couldn't believe what I heard. I ran in to my Mum's room and shouted 'give me Matt's number NOW!!' I was so angry at them for not telling me (I thought they knew way before). I couldn't get my brother's number and I just sat crying while hearing his voice saying 'i had cancer' in my head over and over.
4 hours later, my Nan called and said 'it's good news about Dad isn't it?' 'err... what did you just say? So Dad having cancer is good news is it?' was my reply.
Nan was sympathetic at this point and said that Dad had actually beat cancer and he was better. I felt like it was a miracle, like from believing he had cancer then and there to hearing the truth was a massive relief.
When my Nan called, she told me that she had had a phone call from Dad in January telling them what was going on. I thought, how could you keep something like that from me, but she went on to tell me that Dad didn't want us upset, which is completely understandable.
I messaged my Dad that night and told him what Nan said, he explained that he had actually been fighting cancer for two years. I went on to tell him that he could have told me, I'm his little girl, why wouldn't he tell me these things. His reply was simple. He didn't want to upset his kids.
His parents (my Gran and Granddad) didn't even know.
2013.
My Brother came round my house, without anyone really knowing he was coming round...
And I remember hearing his voice at the bottom of the stairs, asking where I was and that he needed to talk to me.
Again, I knew something was up and somehow I instantly thought that it was about Dad.
I was right.
My brother walked into my room and I kind of looked at him as if to say, it's Dad isn't it?
He told me to sit down, I knew.
I looked down to my hands as he told me. At that point, I realised Nan was there too (she normally tells us when she's coming round as well)
The words 'Dad's had a stroke' ate away at my insides and I just looked up at my brother and said (with a giggle) that I didn't believe him and I knew what he said but just didn't want to believe it and to this day I honestly don't know what the rest of the conversation was about. It was killing me. 15 months prior to that, he was starting Chemotherapy. I thought that my Dad wouldn't get that unlucky.
Also, I remember phoning him that day and leaving a voicemail to say good luck for his operation, this was to check if the cancer had returned.
As I am typing this, I'm really trying to remember what else happened that day, I honestly can't remember the rest of that day. I think I was so numb to the world around me.
A couple of weeks later, I had a phone call from my brother to say my Dad's been moved to Kings College in London via police escort and that we nearly lost him on route.
A few months passed and I couldn't stop thinking about him, I was messaging him and my step-mum along with my brothers nearly everyday. I even phoned the hospital because I wasn't really getting any answers from anyone else.
The nurse who answered didn't give any information either, I was heartbroken.
It really hurt me to know that as his little girl, I had no authority to get any information, I was asking how he was not what his whole medical history was.
Fast forward to December 2014, I got a call from my brother and he was visiting my Dad and step-mum for Christmas.
My Dad came on the phone to tell me that he's gonna see me when I go to Matt's in the new year, I was so excited!!!
When I saw Dad for new year, it was crazy to see how cancer and a stroke can affect someone so much. Dad didn't look like himself at all.
We went out for lunch and went back to my brothers flat.
I am so proud and happy to call him my Daddy because he's beaten cancer and survived a stroke, just shows how life can throw anything at you at anytime.
Stay strong and live everyday like it's your last! :D x
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