My dad finally came home last year in November after a long battle he passed away November 28, 2018. The worst was watching him suffer in the hospital even though he was on pain meds. I cant beleive that it happened so fast. I do not regret seeing him and now and then I miss him so much, I know for a fact thier was nothing we could do stage 4 is not the best and it is the worst. Before I left the hopstial that night I knew he did not have long and I am so glad my husband said "Give him a hug" I gave him the hug and knew in my mind he is dying and I wish we had more time with him. At times I get so angry and wonder how much it hurts to know he is gone. Through out the day I am okay but sometimes at night it gets to me. I try so hard not to blame anyone but then I start to blame god and why he took my father. I am okay and times I am not, I take anti-depression pills and that seems to help a-lot and with my husband, mom and brother friends and family it dose not seem to dark. I am hoping that time heals all things but my dad was my hero. I love you dad and I will miss you.