My eldest son Alex, 33, has been diagnosed with terminal Neuroendocrine Carcinoma that started in his stomach and has spread widely. We only found out he’d got cancer 2 weeks ago. Our world has been shattered in a million pieces. Alex has moved back home to be with us and so that I can care for him. He can’t cope with seeing me upset so I have to put on a brave face and get on with it but at night in the privacy of the bedroom I cry so many more tears than I thought a body could make. How do I cope? My heart is broken. I can’t actually find the words to explain how I feel because nothing comes near to the feeling of desperation, uselessness, fear. I have a fabulous husband and family but I need help to get through this, but don’t know where to go because the one thing I want, my sons life, no one can help with
