I'm sorry to hear that...I am dealing with something similar with my Mother right now...she is nearly 80 years old and never spent a day in a hospital in her life(other than when she gave birth to me), but yet over the last month she has spent nearly a week and a half, and is still there as I type this, but hopefully will be out within a few days. Death comes knocking for us all at some point, no matter how much you try to stave it off. She exercised, cooked healthy real foods every day, never smoke or drank, but yet still somehow wound up with pancreatic cancer out of nowhere. Prognosis is that it is surgically removable, but even if the tumor gets removed, long term survival rates are not good.
She has come to grips with it, she has told me she lived a good life, and that she is OK with whatever happens. She tells me to take care of my father when she is gone, because he will need me. I tell her not to talk like that but deep down, I know she probably isn't going to be around more than a year or two. Its tough. I try to put on a brave face and not let it bother me, but somedays I just break down and cry for no reason. I was walking into the hospital the other day and I saw a little girl, maybe 5 years old, outside walking hooked up to an IV machine, with a mask over her face and her Dad pushing the IV stand along and she was so happy running around like little kids do, seemingly unaware that she was dying...at least I made it to the hospital lobby bathroom before I broke down in tears thinking it could be my daughter...
LYD, spend as much time as you can with your Dad or you will regret it the rest of your life...
