My husband was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer June 2017. October he had his oesophagus removed entirely along with the tumour. The op went well but he suffered complications and was in hospital until just before Christmas 2017. All was ok until April when he started to feel immense pain again despite being on morphine still. We were told that it was nerve pain from his broken ribs rejoining but by Oct 2017 he was in agony and I called an ambulance . Then he had a scan at last and we were told the cancer was back this time in the liver , lungs,abdomen and that he had just 2-4 months to live. Obviously we ( my husband ,I and 9 year old son )are devastated . He was offered chemo to perhaps give us a couple more months and tolerated the first two sessions but became to sick for any more due to swelling,skin probs and low platelets. We went last week for another scan. He has large clots on both lungs and any further treatment is now deemed too risky for its worth. We find each other snapping and being cross. I should know better for ****'s sake. I'm so so so sad and not how I want to be at all with him. When he is gone I will remember how I've failed. I truly hate this. I often think if it wasn't for our son I would gladly trade places.
