Patrick's funeral

Thankyou everyone for your support.. I want to elaborate a little on Patricks story so far.. It was the week of my 53rd birthday, July this year, after having some chest pain which I initially thought was a heart attack and having many tests done I was diagnosed with stage three lung cancer. Since that devastating moment there has been multiple tests, a few hospital stays and a roller coaster of good and bad times. All the time whilst trying to be a father and husband to my wife and our seven children (three of whom are only 3,2 and three months old at the time of diagnosis). My prognosis then was a four centimetre tumour in my lung with cancer cells in my lymph nodes in my chest, in-operable and chemotherapy was the only option to keep me alive longer. Now we are in to the month of October, the cancer has spread and has become aggressive. I now have two tumours in my brain, one very deep that yet again I'm told is in-operable or I will become paralysed. I'm now stage four - terminal. Because of the tumour in my right side of my brain I am losing the left side use of my body. My arm has weakness, I cannot hold my baby daughter anymore. My future is not looking good, I am likely to be paralysed from the growing tumours in my brain and the lung cancer along with severe emphysema will keep me from enjoying what time I do have left. My wish is that I could finish off the jobs I have started, being a painter/handyman, I was renovating our family home. Now our home is going to need to accommodate me when I do become paralysed. I worry about my children's future, my three little ones aren't even going to have much time with me to remember me. My older children are just going out into the big world, I won't be there when they need me. I know cancer affects many people young and old, but my cancer has turned our once perfect lives completely upside down. So fight this disease I will with all that I have, the hospital is now my second home.