my dad was taken in2 hospital 2006. and was told he had stones. 2wks later was taken 2 the john radcliff in oxford where they told us he had a tumor on the commom duct and that it was primary. and it was resectable, this never went ahead. he was given 24hrs 2 live after a stent was placed in2 the common duct. after invasive treatment they got his organs working and 4wks later was able 2 cum home. with a nursing background i and my 2 children moved in with my parents. and i became his full time nurse. when leaving oxford the docs gave him 8/10wks. he lasted 7months. through most of his illness he fought and fought. and tried so hard to remain active. even though i cud see he struggeld so much. he wud cry at nite about leaving his family. i spent 24hrs a day with him i slept on the sofa beside his bed. and we'd chat all nite just about life. he spent his life fund raising for the sick and needy he was president of rotary, and captain of the towns golf club. loved and respected by all who new him. the last wk of his life was so unfair. he was put on a course of steroids. we were told this wud shrink the liver and take presure of the kidneys. but it seemed 2 me 2 make things alot worse. he started having fits, and his brain was effected. which was his biggest fear. it made keeping him comfortable so hard. it was hard 2 turn him in his last hrs. as every time he was moved he wud fit. i promised him that his dignity wud always be kept. but in his last moments i was re,doing his convene and he was naked and uncovered. he died 4 days ago at the age of just 64. and i cant ever forgive myself for his last moments. it wasnt how it shud have been 4 him. he was the best dad he was my best friend my everything. and im so empty and lost. and hate myself for the last moments of his life.