Hi everyone,
I have came on here because my rock my superman Dad, my best friend was diagnosed with lung cancer just over a week ago.
Like many this came totally out of the blue, one day my 73 year old dad was probably fitter than most, very very fit for his age. The next day he woke up in pain all over, shoulders, hips, all joints and the swollen hands, supposedly a known first symptom of many cancers.
Docs couldn't figure it out, giving him Volterol for his super swollen hands with broken skin to the extreme, unable to close them, which I was shocked at.
Finally got him to hospital to be diagnosed with lung cancer sadly.
We are now awaiting a biopsy and results but I feel the writing is on the wall, just by looking at him. His body is giving up even if he isn't, but it's getting close. Can't walk, can't close his hands ( which they have not properly explained) he feels it's carpal but I haven't got the heart to say this can be a symptom.
Yeah I am very lucky to have had him all these years, I am 52 in just days, but my father was and still is my rock, my best friend my all, my support network along with my so confused dear mother.
I should be hopeful.
I feel the worst part is watching the suffering with little help, they are from a generation that don't ask don't complain just get on, but I fear they are both in denial to a point which is fine they do have hope, when I feel there is none. All the signs are there. I should really try to be hopeful, but I can't.
He is getting worse by the day and now back home from a stint within hospital.
I helped my wife last year with her father which was an extremely odd situ, I have dealt with the loss of my brother who at 20 commited suicide. I also deal with a very rare condition that I have which in itself is a death sentence an incurable a ticking timebomb to say the least which I know and been told is incurable, they won't stop it nor can they. I had already said goodbye to my wife once already on the final life preservation surgery which had an extremely low rate of survival, lucky for me I pulled through for now.
I can deal with everything including my own fate, which is getting worse by the day ( very rare AVM of the face ) but this, this is unbelievably unbearable, and feel my rock and world is being overturned. I can only imagine what they are going through this is what keeps me awake at night most nights.
My dear old mother is at her wits end even thought they really have not faced the truth hoping he will get better. I fear for her tremendously as she just will not cope without him on her own, not a chance.
My own wife is there but I don't feel very supportive, instead saying that people loose their parents everyday this happens, which I agree, but feel could maybe use a little tact considering my support with her father who died last year.
Just don't know where to turn....now my rocks are lost.
I want to spend as much time as possible with him, but in doing so see the detereation more so.
I have been very strong in the past helping them with the death of their son , my brother, I have dealt with other and also face my own fate, but I find this impossible, and feel may change me forever.