In November 2016 my husband of 53yrs old was diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus. Further tests showed he had a node that contained cancer. In the December he started chemotherapy and radiotherapy. He was put forward for a research programme to undertake a fitness regime in order to enhance his fitness levels to give him a better recovery after surgery. He continued this whilst having chemo and RT. He sailed through, no problems at all. A little tired but no other side effects. Following surgery in March 2017 he came on leaps and bounds. Consultant was very pleased with him. He returned to work in the August.
Unfortunately following a routine follow up scan we were told the devastating news that he now had metastatic liver cancer which cannot be cured. This was November 2017 almost a year to the day from original diagnosis. He was offered palliative chemotherapy which he started last December. He hasn't been the same since. He didn't tolerate the chemo at all. It knocked him for six. His calcium levels went through the roof and he nearly died. He spent Christmas in hospital and was discharged boxing day only to be admitted again on 30th came out Dec with an infection. He's home now but he continues to go down hill daily.
He doesn't look like the man I married at all. He is so frail he looks 90yrs old. The smallest of tasks, to go to the loo is like a marathon to him. He has started sleeping more and eating less. Thicker food he has a problem swallowing so he has to have soups etc. He hasn't been out of bed for weeks.
Can anyone tell me is this the beginning of the end. It's as if I am just sat waiting for the inevitable to happen. It's just awful. Luckily he's not in much pain although his abdomen is starting to become hard and has some swelling so he has been taking oromorph a bit more frequently.
I am taking it one day at a time that's all I can do,but it is so hard to see the man I've been married to for 34yrs disappear before my very eyes.
