FIRST PERSON
Our battle to bring Dad home to die
When routine tests revealed that Will Pavia’s 76-year-old father, Michael, had terminal cancer, hospital doctors told him he wasn’t allowed to go home. This is what Will and his family did next
The Times
When I lose my marbles,” my father would say every now and then, usually after a large dinner, “take me behind the chicken shed and give me both barrels. It’s all planned. In my desk drawer you’ll find an envelope. It contains £1,000. Give that to Dave.”
Dave? His friend and handyman, who came once a week to do the garden?
“Yes. He’ll sort out the house. Put your mother in a nursing home in Yorkshire.”
This made a sort of sense. She is from Yorkshire. We should put her back there.
“What?” said my mother. “I don’t want to go to Yorkshire.”
After my sister Kate married a doctor named Piers, he became part of the plan too. “Piers is going to tread on