I'm so sorry to hear about your sad news. It's really rough.
Maybe I can offer a little perspective...
See my dad is about 5 months ahead of yours.
In February he was a healthy guy, thinking about maybe retiring soon.
Then one day he didn't seem to be getting over the cold that the rest of us had kicked.
Then he started bumping into things and feeling dizzy.
Next thing you know he had emergency brain surgery.
Then they found out that it was cancer.
Then they found cancer in the lungs, then lymph system.
He never smoked. Got melanoma but never had any spots on his skin.
In and out of hospitals for 2 months before starting chemo.
Those first few months were really rough but somehow reality eventually began to set in and I started to accept this or come to grips.
Last wednesday we found out the chemo didn't work and the cancer grew very aggressively and is much more progressed.
Now he's just trying to manage the pain and enjoy whatever time he has left.
He's happy for a full life - it's been pretty good for us all along. Funny how things float along really smooth for years then BAM something comes along and flips the boat.
I'm thankful for the last few months and being able to be there for mom and dad and spend time hanging out sharing stories with my brother, wife, and kids.
Throughout this time we stayed positive and hopeful because nothing else would have made any sense. We knew the odds were grim. We saw many doctors, some good, some not so good. We just ignored the not so good ones, and found optimistic ones instead, and tried the available therapies.
It's hard to live in a split-brained state of having hope and acceptance simultaneously. Now that the end is near we are feeling a strange sense of relief. Must be normal, but feels like a wierd mix of saying farewell and giving up and being relieved and losing a part of yourself and your history. You wonder if it's selfish to feel that way, and you wish you could do more but you can't.
Best of luck to you and your family.
-PB