That's in very bad taste, Helm.. It's utter shit and IMO very poor to have shifted it onto you, but just do what you can mate, sorry to hear about it. Errr also these models. . .
Everyone knows that enquiries about boot size are proper protocol.
That's in very bad taste, Helm.. It's utter shit and IMO very poor to have shifted it onto you, but just do what you can mate, sorry to hear about it. Errr also these models. . .
As per the thread title, on this the most poignant weekend in any serviceman's life, I have been given the utter twat of a job to deliver the bad news to my stepfather in law. Those who have followed my posts in the Cat thread know that he was taken into hospital 3 weeks ago with a respiratory infection. The consultant today has confirmed that he has lung cancer which has spread to his liver, spleen, pancreatic gland and is rife through his bones especially his ribs. I have the dubious honour if telling him this because, apparently, it would be better for a family member to tell him. I can do.it but it's not something that I take lightly, in fact, it's breaking me up. How do I tell him.that he's never going home again, he'll never drive his prized Jag again and he'll never complete his model plane collection (over 100 models sitting there waiting for him to complete, ex RAFVR on Vulcans). I'd put this in relevant forum but I can't find the right place.
As per the thread title, on this the most poignant weekend in any serviceman's life, I have been given the utter twat of a job to deliver the bad news to my stepfather in law. Those who have followed my posts in the Cat thread know that he was taken into hospital 3 weeks ago with a respiratory infection. The consultant today has confirmed that he has lung cancer which has spread to his liver, spleen, pancreatic gland and is rife through his bones especially his ribs. I have the dubious honour if telling him this because, apparently, it would be better for a family member to tell him. I can do.it but it's not something that I take lightly, in fact, it's breaking me up. How do I tell him.that he's never going home again, he'll never drive his prized Jag again and he'll never complete his model plane collection (over 100 models sitting there waiting for him to complete, ex RAFVR on Vulcans). I'd put this in relevant forum but I can't find the right place.
Well I'd be no good - I'm welling up already.
At least he is still around to spend a few moments with, not everyone gets that chanceApart from informing the bad news, perhaps the most supportive and adult thing is to follow up with "don't worry, I will make sure everything is taken care of properly" (i.e. spouse, family, hobbies, possessions, estate, etc).
Most people facing unexpected Endex don't fear death itself, but what will happen with loved ones and personal matters left behind unresolved.
I've only had to do step up once, and that was for a girlfriend's father who had been in hospital for a fortnight, had already lost his lower leg to gangrene but the blood poisoning had already signed off a number of internal organs.As per the thread title, on this the most poignant weekend in any serviceman's life, I have been given the utter twat of a job to deliver the bad news to my stepfather in law. Those who have followed my posts in the Cat thread know that he was taken into hospital 3 weeks ago with a respiratory infection. The consultant today has confirmed that he has lung cancer which has spread to his liver, spleen, pancreatic gland and is rife through his bones especially his ribs. I have the dubious honour if telling him this because, apparently, it would be better for a family member to tell him. I can do.it but it's not something that I take lightly, in fact, it's breaking me up. How do I tell him.that he's never going home again, he'll never drive his prized Jag again and he'll never complete his model plane collection (over 100 models sitting there waiting for him to complete, ex RAFVR on Vulcans). I'd put this in relevant forum but I can't find the right place.
As per the thread title, on this the most poignant weekend in any serviceman's life, I have been given the utter twat of a job to deliver the bad news to my stepfather in law. Those who have followed my posts in the Cat thread know that he was taken into hospital 3 weeks ago with a respiratory infection. The consultant today has confirmed that he has lung cancer which has spread to his liver, spleen, pancreatic gland and is rife through his bones especially his ribs. I have the dubious honour if telling him this because, apparently, it would be better for a family member to tell him. I can do.it but it's not something that I take lightly, in fact, it's breaking me up. How do I tell him.that he's never going home again, he'll never drive his prized Jag again and he'll never complete his model plane collection (over 100 models sitting there waiting for him to complete, ex RAFVR on Vulcans). I'd put this in relevant forum but I can't find the right place.
What he said, and DON'T turn up carrying a scythe!You’ll work it out, you’re a decent bloke with a good heart. I honestly don’t think anyone can give you appropriate advice on the best way to do it. Only you know you and know him.
Many nurses are trained in bereavement, you could try speaking to one of them their may be a priest or hospital volunteer you could speak to as well.
I appreciate it’s breaking you up, but you are big enough, daft enough and ugly enough to look after yourself and you’re not the one dying. Unfortunately you don’t have the luxury of time and I’m sensing you will also be burdened with many more duties over the coming weeks and months as family lean on you, so you simply have to get the shítiest of shítty jobs done.
One final bit of advice DON’T wear a dark hooded long coat when you visit, DON’T ask him what size his boots are, DON’T ask him for that tenner he owes you.
Good luck, best wishes.