My father is Dutch, - but I was growing up abroad. Ma father lives in Groningen. That's why I write this blog in English and unfortunately not in Dutch. I am having a lovely partner and the rest of my family far away but still in Europe. Working in the field of Music.
We had a relatively good week. Papi was positive, glad about the Thuiszorg which is now helping us. I was happy about the situation and had the feeling that now we can handle. I planned to go home for some days.
The meeting on 6th January with the general doctor was very challenging for us, as there were moments and things we spoke about we will never ever forget anymore.
I find it extremely hard in this circumstances to talk about this situation. I am far away from home. My mother and my sister live very far away and cannot come over.
It already costs a lot to realize to loose a loved person so soon. The first three days I felt like in an absurd cloud far away from the rest of the world. All this Christmas preparations were unrealistic and hilarious to me. I was so hopelessly sad.
Now that I was visiting my father he didn’t want to see or hear a doctor. He thought about all other things to do and thought to recover soon. But I decided to do something and went directly to his general doctor. I didn’t even tell my father because he didn’t want me to do that.
