I'm sorry this post is a little long... but i needed to vent a little 💜

I'm currently 36 weeks pregnant. I have a beautiful baby girl on the way, a stubborn little girl lol... she doesn't like pictures because she's always covering her face. A week before I found out I was pregnant, my dad was diagnosed with 3 different cancers and a large malignant tumor. In May of 2020 they estimated he would have 6 months left to live. I saw this man willing to fight, against all odds. He lost a lot of weight since then... with chemo and radiation... the vomiting, the on and off pneumonia from being in bed and not being able to move around. He stopped eating for a couple of days and had to have a feeding tube...which helped tremendously but he is still... slowly losing the battle. He was hospitalized again a few days ago because the pneumonia came back and now he was down to 110 lbs... yesterday we got the call that my dad would be sent home on hospice. My dad has never been a great father, but he's a good person. You can talk to him about anything, he would listen and give advice. He makes an amazing bbq chicken on the grill and the fish! Omg I'd lick my fingers every time. My dad would tell stories and he'd plan trips to the beach to catch little crabs and sea animals to add to his salt water fish tank. He still has an anemone I found years ago, it was tiny when I first found it and now it's thriving in his fishtank, huge. He also has a snowflake eel he loves, he got her when she was tiny and now, you wouldn't believe that thing is in there lol

When I was a child, my parents had split up and I spent about 9 years away from my dad and his family. 9 years is a long time... but when we got together again I remember it clearly. My dad took me out to eat. Ordered me a drink, food and talked about life. The view there was beautiful as the sun was setting over the ocean water. That's what I think about when I think of my dad now. I think about his smile and stupid jokes. I think about the life lessons he would talk about and how he just wants to enjoy life because no one lives forever.

I broke down when he told me he had cancer, I broke down when he told me the tumor was inoperable and he was going to die. It gave me strength when he said he wasn't going to go down without a fight... but he was right to say it was the hardest thing he would ever do in his life. He should be going home today and I want to give him the day to settle in at home while my stepmom fixes everything for him. That woman is amazing... she has stood by my dads side as his body slowly started to deteriorate. She still looks at him with a shine in her eye... with a smile, even though deep down she's dying because a part of her will soon no longer be with us. Tomorrow I'm going over to see my dad. I'm hoping and praying to God he holds on a little longer to see his second grandchild, the first being my son 💜 he said being a grandpa made him extremely happy and knowing I was pregnant made him want to fight even more to have two little monsters running around helping him catch crabs at the beach. My dad is a fighter. Even though I dont want to believe it I know things are getting closer to the end... but please, I'm praying for him to hold a little longer to see his granddaughter 💕 if God is willing.