My bf and I have been together three years and recently finished an amazing year of travelling in our van. We drove all the way to Thailand from the U.K. and I'm so lucky to have had someone to experience that with who loves me so much. We returned to the U.K. and after a few weeks (only days after moving into our first flat togeather) he has been diagnosed with cancer.
He has suffered from ulcerative colitis for 6 years and it has caused cancer of the colon, which has spread to his liver.
The colon is due to be removed in a few days. If he recovers from the operation he will start chemo for the liver.
The doctors gave us the impression that he may recover from the way they discussed his treatment plan, but I have since learned that liver cancer is almost certainly a death sentace. He is not aware of this and neither is his family. I am struggling to cope with this knowledge when they all have so much false hope and it is not my place to tell them. It is for the doctor to give them medical facts or if they choose for them to look into themselves as I did. I have told a few friends but it is not helping me feel much less alone.
The symptoms came out of nowhere very quickly, and the nurse I discussed my readings on liver cancer with confirmed to me that this likely means it is a very aggressive cancer. She also confirmed that chemo is only used on late stage liver cancer, which none of the medical professionals have told him or his family.
I have had a difficult life in terms of family, which has given me a caged nature and no people I really depend on. Until he came along I was fearcely independent and didn't get close to many people. When we met three years ago he changed that, and for the first and only time in my entire life I have someone I can depend on and it is wonderful.
This has given me the safety and comfort to open up to new things and ideas. We had started talking about family which is not something I ever thought I could want with someone.
In loosening him I am not only losing a boyfriend, but I am losing everything, because before him I had no stability in my life or dependable figures.
I am having regular panic attacks and breakdowns, and have considered suicidal thoughts frequently. Before him I lived a very cold and lonely life, though I didn't realise it as I was blinded by the self preservation left by my childhood trauma. Now I have experienced this wonderful life with him, I don't know if I can go back to that isolation with my sanity in tact.
I talk to new people easily, but I do not tend to trust people deeply or depend on them or feel valued, even after a significant amount of time. Atop this all my life plans, fresh from returning from our trip, are built on our relationship. I will not move back into the apartment we only got the chance to live in for a few days together. I do not feel strong enough to use the pan in which I cooked our meals. The beautiful camper van we built togeather I can not bear to sell nor sleep in myself. Everything I have is built on the foundation of our relationship, unlike many people who have family and lifestyles and homes which continue to exist after the tradgic death of a loved one, I feel like as the foundation of his existence crumbles, there is not a thing in the world for me to hold onto to keep myself and my sanity in tact.