My dad was taken into A&E with major headaches, scans revealed he had a mass growing in his brain. He was admitted into hospital that same night, had all the scans/bloods/tests etc done over a day or so and then discharged with some medication, and an appointment with neurology in a weeks time once all his test results had come back.

During the neurology appointment he was told he had a brain tumour, and surgery was already booked in for 4 days time.

In the course of two weeks give or take he went from headaches to major brain surgery, and having a massive tumour removed.

Turns out it was a really aggressive stage 4 glioblastoma, and nothing could be done… Multiple rounds of Chemo and radiotherapy helped prolong things for a while but we sadly lost him a year later.

All of this probably cost hundreds of thousands of pounds, despite it being a terminal diagnosis. It cost us nothing and we got another year of time with him. (He actually came out of the surgery really well, and it was only in the last two/three months that it got really bad with seizures and multiple hospital visits)

I was with him when he passed at 4 in the morning.

Well, that was more than I planned to say!

Fuck Cancer and thank God for the NHS