It's a weird story, so I'll keep it short. Last Friday I got my graduation results from university, and I was so excited to find out I'd be leaving with a 2:1. I rang home to tell my Mum, and she congratulated me... but went on to tell me that my Dad had become very sick over the period of 10 days. It all started with his taste buds - he couldn't eat or drink because it tasted vile. She explained that he'd gone for an x-ray and that a shadow was discovered on his lung and it doesn't look good. At this point I'm totally devastated and decide I should go home, (I studied in Liverpool, but my family are in south-east England). I got home on Monday the 7th to see my Dad in bed; frail, weak and incredibly under-weight. Then today, not only did we celebrate his birthday, but we had to take him to hospital for an MRI to find out what the shadow was. My Mum called me a few hours ago and said, off-the-record, that my Dad has cancer. We find out tomorrow how serious it actually is and we take it from there. I'm sorry that this was meant to be short, but I just had to get this off my chest. It's unimaginable losing a parent, and I'm optimistic and strong for him, but it's become a real possibility and it scares me so much. So tonight I'm just laying awake in his bed... searching for the strength to support him without showing him how frightened I really am. #support #help #PersonalUpdates #littlemonsters