Chapter 56

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As the summer progressed, so did Roy’s cancer. For the most part, he dealt with it all with good grace. Mark or I or one of the boys would be with him most of the time during the day, either talking to him, or just giving him a reassuring hug. Roy soaked up the physical affection like a sponge.

Dr Holloway, our local doctor, paid us frequent visits to regulate Roy’s medication. By the middle of July, Mark and I were forced to admit Roy’s medical needs were becoming too much for us to cope with. He found it almost impossible to hold a cup or piece of cutlery.

Knowing he was relying upon Mark and me more and more, Roy asked us to admit him to a hospice.

Mark balked. “We promised we’d look after you here.”

“Going into a hospice will free you two up, mean you can get on with your lives again.”

“But, Dad.” Mark was close to tears. “I want to look after you. Hospices are where people go to…” He swallowed.