A couple of days before Christmas we found out that Dad has liver cancer. So I’ve spent the last week feeling like someone has stabbed me in the chest and I can’t breathe.
The first doctor we spoke to was very pessimistic, basically telling us there was nothing to be done but to go away and die. Dad made an appointment with another doctor who was a bit less bleak, giving him a referral to an oncologist. There’s going to be some sort of meeting on Monday where a group of doctors are going to look at his case and see if any treatments are viable.
I’m still devastated cos I know that any treatment at this point is going to be about prolonging the time he has left rather than curing the cancer. And any time that’s less than 20-30 years is not fucking enough for me.
But at the moment I’m just desperately hoping something can be done to keep him with us as long as possible.