My dad was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer in 2017 and was the worst day of my life. He had chemo and then a major operation to remove his oesophagus which went well apart from he was in an induced coma for 5 weeks as he couldn't get enough oxygen to his lungs as they had to collapse one. When he finally woke up he was a bit spaced out due to meds and we got him home 6/7 weeks later. All was ok he was told he had no cancer markers on his check ups and was given more chemo just as a precaution. One year went on after all treatment and tests saying there was no markers. He started having trouble swallowing again. His consultant wasn't too bothered because the markers hadn't shown anything. after months of telling them we asked them to weigh him and they said 'we don't weigh patients unless there's concern now' we said well we are concerned. He's lost lots of weight! So they weighed him and he had lost around 4kg in a very short amount of time. They then done scans and endoscopes and it had returned.
this time it was incurable and they could only manage symptoms and try radiotherapy. Radiotherapy started and all seemed to be ok until he kept being sick with blood so they stopped his treatment and fitted a stent in to his esphagaus which helped him to eat and they stopped his treatment all together because their aim was to open up the gap so he could eat. He ate well for about 3 months until he had problems again. January 2020 we was told the cancer had taken over his bowel and has weeks to months left. This is when dad gave up, rightly so. He had no more fight left in him. 2nd February he was taken to the hospice and we knew what was happening as he told us he wanted to die there. 7th February he passed away. One day after my brother and niece flying over from Australia to see him (dads first time meeting my niece) he held on!
I'm heartbroken he was everything to me. I looked after him for 3 years every single day. I'm so lost without him I'm struggling but hate talking about how I'm feeling. I love talking about my dad and I can but I can't talk about how I'm doing without getting upset and moody. I just miss my dad so much.
my 'friends' stopped talking to me because I couldn't go out anymore as my dad came first. Their lucky that they've never had to experience anything like this for them to understand. I just need a friend