An Apology
Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 6:49 pm
I would like to say sorry to the chaps who took an interest in my bike. Both seemed genuinely nice fellas, not the usual tosspot messers you tend to find when advertising stuff. I have decided for now to hold on to the bike, basically my family have talked me out of selling it, as I would regret it, and they've seen how much I've put into it. They are probably right. And many will have thought ' here we go again ' when they saw my post about selling, but I was really down at the time, and still am, but thinking a little clearer. If you can be bothered to read on, here's why.
A week and a half ago I was at work, and recieved a call from my sister, telling me my grandad had taken a turn for the worse, and had been given 24 hrs to live. We weren't all that close tbh, but obviously its still a choker, and I wanted to be there for my mum, so off I went. He didnt pass away that day, as he was a tough old sod, especially for 92, add that to the fact I'd had the same phone call almost 2 years ago, even then He'd been given the last rites.
My dad has been fighting cancer for the last 5 years or so, and this last year has been a tough one. Its hard to see someone go through all that sh1t, but you do what you can. He was in Barts hospital the last 5 weeks, undergoing another lot of Chemotherapy, not as an attempt to cure him, but more to help maybe hold things up a bit and help with pain. This was making him ill all the time, and myself and my sister decided we had to have that difficult conversation, as to think about giving up the current path of treatment and concentrate on quality of life, and getting him out of the hospital. The meeting with his consultant was set up for last monday.
Over the course of last weekend, he went downhill fast, although we still were thinking along the same lines, as it didn't seem to be anything more than what we had seen already, and it was still set up to speak to the docs, and get him out of hospital asap.
On the Sunday at about 3, we got the call that my Grandad had passed away. That afternoon was spent up at the care home he had spent the last 18 months in, with my aunts & uncles, basically in a supporting role.
The day after, I went with my sister to Barts Hospital expecting to be there maybe 2 or 3 hours, get the ball rolling on my dads move to a hospice near home, and maybe a better enviroment for the last month or 2, even 3 possibly. Maybe even well enough to go home after the chemo had got out of his system. We were really expecting this. We didnt leave the hospital till Friday night, where my dad passed away at about 9.45 pm.
I feel like my insides have been torn out. Rode the bike yesterday, basically hoping to clear my head and just not sit around alone with my thoughts, but didnt do me any good. That was when I just wanted to shut the world out and give the bike and everything else up, for that matter.
Next week is gonna be sh1t. I'm sure many here have gone through it al before. Monday 27th is my Grandads funeral....My dads will almost certainly end up within a couple of days, if not the very next.
Anyway, sorry to anyone who made enquiries about the bike, but after sleeping on it I think I'm gonna hang onto it for now.
Cheers
A week and a half ago I was at work, and recieved a call from my sister, telling me my grandad had taken a turn for the worse, and had been given 24 hrs to live. We weren't all that close tbh, but obviously its still a choker, and I wanted to be there for my mum, so off I went. He didnt pass away that day, as he was a tough old sod, especially for 92, add that to the fact I'd had the same phone call almost 2 years ago, even then He'd been given the last rites.
My dad has been fighting cancer for the last 5 years or so, and this last year has been a tough one. Its hard to see someone go through all that sh1t, but you do what you can. He was in Barts hospital the last 5 weeks, undergoing another lot of Chemotherapy, not as an attempt to cure him, but more to help maybe hold things up a bit and help with pain. This was making him ill all the time, and myself and my sister decided we had to have that difficult conversation, as to think about giving up the current path of treatment and concentrate on quality of life, and getting him out of the hospital. The meeting with his consultant was set up for last monday.
Over the course of last weekend, he went downhill fast, although we still were thinking along the same lines, as it didn't seem to be anything more than what we had seen already, and it was still set up to speak to the docs, and get him out of hospital asap.
On the Sunday at about 3, we got the call that my Grandad had passed away. That afternoon was spent up at the care home he had spent the last 18 months in, with my aunts & uncles, basically in a supporting role.
The day after, I went with my sister to Barts Hospital expecting to be there maybe 2 or 3 hours, get the ball rolling on my dads move to a hospice near home, and maybe a better enviroment for the last month or 2, even 3 possibly. Maybe even well enough to go home after the chemo had got out of his system. We were really expecting this. We didnt leave the hospital till Friday night, where my dad passed away at about 9.45 pm.
I feel like my insides have been torn out. Rode the bike yesterday, basically hoping to clear my head and just not sit around alone with my thoughts, but didnt do me any good. That was when I just wanted to shut the world out and give the bike and everything else up, for that matter.
Next week is gonna be sh1t. I'm sure many here have gone through it al before. Monday 27th is my Grandads funeral....My dads will almost certainly end up within a couple of days, if not the very next.
Anyway, sorry to anyone who made enquiries about the bike, but after sleeping on it I think I'm gonna hang onto it for now.
Cheers