Richard
I sat beside my father, my mind reeling from the shocking news he had just delivered.
The thought of losing him was almost unbearable.
"Dad, there has to be something we can do," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Chemotherapy, experimental treatments, we can travel abroad or something."
His eyes held a mixture of sadness and resignation. "Son, I have checked all the available options, and there isn't a good chance I could fight it off this time."
Tears streamed down my face as I tried to comprehend the gravity of his situation.
"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? Were you even going to tell me?" I demanded, my voice filled with anger and frustration.
He looked at me with a hint of reproach. "Yes, of course, my son. I was going to tell you, though this isn't how I planned to tell you."
I felt a surge of guilt. Had I been so wrapped up in my work and relationship that I had neglected to notice the signs?
