My boyfriend of 15 years was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer and he actually has nine tumors across 5 areas of his body. He was diagnosed in May, but we knew in the beginning of the year. I guess sometimes knowing and admitting are two different things.
He has opted to not have any treatment, other than pain management. We have one of the most renowned cancer research facilities in our own back yard. While they openly admit there is no cure and any form of treatment would merely buy him weeks, they keep pushing him to join one of their research studies which he has declined numerous times. I honestly believe he is more afraid of chemo side effects than he is of dying. They have been relentless in their mission, but he has stood his ground.
We have both experienced many friends and family including my dear sister, that have painstakingly went through chemo, suffered financial loss because of it and the outcome and quality of life wasn’t successful. I stand by and support his decision not to have treatment. We feel like we are in a conundrum, after he expressed his decision, we feel completely dismissed by the doctors and nurses and believe we have been left all alone.
We have no quality of life at all right now. He is a prominent business owner, and he tries so hard to go to work; which for a man who has worked six days a week his entire life, makes it about 2-3 hours a day and then retreats to his couch or bed. His mother is still alive at 87 and lives in another state, so he is also determined to make it through this without her ever finding out. He can’t bear the thought of breaking her heart. His affairs are in order and we are ready for the inevitable… but right now we literally just stare at each other saying “now what?”
Given there are no more doctors appointments scheduled, no family or friends that are aware, no actual documentation that I can find that helps us understand the road ahead… we are just simply in limbo. His pain management NP did give him something for both pain and anxiety. I hate to sound selfish, but where’s my prescription? My stress, anxiety, and depression are through the roof! He’ll turn 60 next month and I have just spent the morning cancelling what was supposed to be the best vacation ever. L
Is there anyone who can give us insight as to “now what?”