Apologies for registering just to post this, I know that's not how forums are meant to work but I didn't know what else to do!
My dad was diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus about a month before the first lockdown in 2020. He had chemo, underwent an operation that June, more chemo and it was deemed he had had "successful curative treatment".
Unfortunately, that was not the case. I won't go into all the details but more tumours were found and it seems they haven't responded to the treatment. We (me, my brother and mum) have now been told he has six to 12 months left. He may be eligible for clinical trials he might not, we'll find out soon.
It seems so unfair. At the start of all this he was 70, fit, didn't drink or smoke and hasn't had too many bouts of ill health. Even before yesterday's news I had thought on more than one occasion whether it was worth all the treatment, all the pain, when after it all he probably wouldn't be able to do the things he used to. Now I'm thinking about that even more.
The best he can hope for is another year sitting in front of the TV and going for treatment. There's no chance of him ever playing golf again and it's unlikely he'll ever be able to go to the football again. He's not going to get to be a granddad.
I've felt so helpless over the last two years as I live 80 miles away so it was my brother that drove him about most places and for large parts of the last 24 months I haven't even been allowed to go to see him. There are times I thought he was getting better but I guess those visits just coincided with one of his good days.
I guess this day has always been playing in my mind since we first got told the news two years ago but it doesn't make things any easier. I'm heartbroken about the fact things really are coming to the end. I'm not ready to lose him.
So many things have gone through my head in the last 24 hours - what will life be like without him, how will my mum cope on her own (they have been married nearly 40 years), how awful the funeral will be, what to do with the time we have left, how awful it will be watching him deteriorate and so many other things.
I looked at this forum last night and other people's stories had me on the verge of tears. I'm in a similar state just writing this (and I'm a journalist so writing is my job!). I know in a way I am lucky because some people get told they have a lot less time to live than him and there is still a reasonable amount of time we can spend together, but at the moment it really doesn't feel like that.
I've no idea why I'm writing this, maybe I'm hoping sharing it will be cathartic. Any help that can be offered would be great, although I don't know what help I'm expecting!