My Dad was diagnosed with stage 3 non-small cell lung cancer 11 days ago. We were due to see the oncologist on Monday to discuss treatment options. Although we knew it couldn't be cured we were going to be able to have treatment to prolong life and make dad more comfortable. However Dad took a turn for the worse and began to really struggle to breathe amongst other things. After an emergency CT we were told the cancer was pressing into a blood vessel and there was nothing they could do. We lost him on Monday night, the day we were supposed to be sorting things out. We hadn't really even got our heads around the cancer diagnosis before we lost him. Dad was devastated with his diagnosis and all he wanted to do was come home to the dog. He didn't even get chance to do that. Just feeling totally bereft and confused at what happened. Sorry for offloading.
