What a rediculous first post...
My husband was first diagnosed with cancer a long 6 years ago. Last year he was told there was nothing more they could do and in April he was told he had a few short months left to live.
Now it's the first of September and things are hard. My husband's deterioration has been vast and if I'm honest I didn't expect him still to be with us now. Even the nurses and doctors are surprised and put it down to sheer determination. He surely can't have long left now. And that's what I keep thinking. Not long now.
The thing is, he's 45 and I'm 31 and we have children aged 7 and 4.
He's become very insular. He can see nothing beyond himself. He refuses medication. He won't follow medical advice. He's made a decision to go out hard and that's what he's doing. He's in pain, all the time, and it's written all over his face. But he won't up his pain meds because he doesn't want to sleep. He's adamant he's not scared (that I could understand). He sees only perserverence and not the impact this is having on me or the children. My eldest "loves him, but not like I used to". My youngest said "Daddy's poorly, he's a monster now!" are these the memories we are to live with? I'm sorry. I'm trying to safeguard the wellbeing of four individuals in our home and he sees only himself. He won't have a couple of days in hospital to give me and our boys a bit of respite. He won't have carers in the house. I must meet all of his needs single handedly. I find him so selfish in death. So yes, I feel guilty. But I also feel tired, I'm scared for my children, I don't know if after the fact I can make this better. I want this to be over. It could be tomorrow or it could be weeks and weeks and weeks. I really don't want my children to hate their father but he's so mean and short tempered I think it's already happening. And I have no idea what to do.