To be honest I'm not sure why I'm doing this but here go's. 5 weeks ago my Dad thought he had a trapped nerve in his leg. It was giving him pain and he had numbness in his buttocks and his " wiping" area as he likes to refer to it. A scan was taken and metastasis of the sacrum was found. Appointment was made with an oncologist. Day of appointment my sisters and I accompanied Dad, unfortunately oncologist was called aaway and we saw a spine specialist who explained further scans were needed. We were at Lincoln that day and had to wait several hours before it was decided he didn't need to be admitted to hospital in Birmingham but needed to go to Grantham for a scan, that day!. We made it just in time. A couple of days later an on call oncologist phoned and asked my Dad to come in. We were then told he had 2 tumours one in each lung. However they needed to perform a bioposy. My Dad was admitted to hospital for 5 days, had the bioposy and bone scan. We had to call for the results. It was confirmed over the phone it was primary lung cancer. Now my Dad is 71, and doesn't really " do " the internet but I do. I googled and I googled and I prepared my sisters for the worse, and I'm glad I did. I was the only one that accompanied my Dad the day he was told it was aggressive, at Stage 4 and his treatment was palliative. Watching the realisation flash over my Dads face was the worst moment of my life. Up until then he had been so positive, " there only small tumours" he would say. He's had 1 session of radiotherapy on his sacrum to relieved the pain, and we're just waiting for his first chemo appointment to come through. He is being very pragmatic, but I have just found myself becoming increasingly angry.....is this normal?, how do we get him through the next few months when the prognosis is so poor?