So life between was great this year, fallen in love with my dream man and making all sorts of life plans together when he started to complain of food getting stuck when eating. He was referred by his doctor for an emergency endoscopy which showed a large mass. A biopsy was taken and rushed through and within a few days we were told it was oesophageal cancer. Sadly my other half was taken into hospital early on due to the weight loss and being unable to eat or drink, they surgeons fitted a feeding peg into his small bowel and sent him home with me for a few weeks to build himself back up ready for chemo and radiotherapy. We knew it would be a hard 5 weeks of chemo and radiotherapy back to back but he had age on his side at just 40. Sadly that was not to be the case, at his first New Patient appointment he was admitted again, xrays and several courses of antibiotics showed an infection within the tumour, an abcess apparently that cannot be treated. Within 6 to 7 weeks of being diagnosed, preparing to kick cancers butt we have this week been sent home being told they can't treat it, it's too aggressive and the tumour has grown too big. I didn't for one moment think we would be looking at end of life/palliative care but we are... the doctors stopped the antibiotics telling us he would now get sick very quickly and that we will have just weeks with him.. WEEKS not even months or years. I have joined this site whilst he is sleeping as he does a lot of that lately. My heart is broken.