This afternoon after 5 weeks of tests and scans my husbands doctor confirmed that he has inoperable lung cancer which has spread to his lymph nodes and right adrenal gland.
Gutted beyond words.
Within 90 minutes we were attending an appointment in oncology to discuss radiotherapy and chemotherapy to try to buy him some time. He is being offered pemetrexed and cisplatin in conjunction with radiotherapy. The oncologist also told us that government funding for this chemo is being withdrawn on 11th July so even if he tolerates it well and gets good results he wont get further treatments unless we can self fund or have medical insurance which we cant and don't. For a few scary moments I thought husband was going to refuse treatment (he told me later he was trying to decide if it was fair on me to have to care for him for longer...) Im so relieved he decided to take the treatment but I have said that if the regime is too much for him and he decides on quality not quantity then so be it. I will support him in that descision.
I seem to have done nothing but cry for the last 11 hours. He has cried a little but mostly seems stunned.
How can this be fair? We were supposed to get old and grey together
Inula
