Any of you going through pancreatic cancer or supporting someone who is, knows how hard it can be.
My dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer of the pancreas and was due to complete 12 rounds of chemo for palliative care. Before he was diagnosed, he was in hospital continuously for three months, not being able to eat. He lost a hell of a lot of weight and became incredibly weak. It was touch and go with him, and the doctor said that if he as strong enough to have chemo, it would only prolong his life by a few short months. As you can imagine, hearing that about my dad was completely devastating. I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to come to terms with such news, but I put of a brave face for him.
He started his treatment and had no side effects whatsoever. He managed to put on about 20kgs, and actually got back to the point of living a normal life. He was even fit enough to walk my sister down the aisle. My dad was very much so back to normal, to the point we were even spontaneously popping down the pub for a pint. His terminal cancer had completely turned around and now the doctors were talking about the possibility of an operation to remove the tumour. The worst-case scenario had suddenly been upturned and it all began to feel like a bad dream that was finally being forgotten.
However, my dad then developed a problem with his kidneys, that required him to go into hospital. He ended up getting a blood infection during his stay and that set him back massively. All the weight he put on over the six months’ worth of chemo, he lost again. And as of now we are back to square one. He is very ill again, and it’s extremely frustrating because it seems going into hospital has just made him worse than he was before.
My post isn’t to make other feel bad or worried about cancer, its to try and do the opposite. My dad was given the worst news possible; that even with treatment, he would only live a few months. He completely defied all odds and got stronger and stronger with the more chemo he had. Although he’s not so great at the moment, all the cancer treatment he has undergone has helped massively. I just wanted to say that even when it feels like the world has ended, you never know what is going to happen. I prepared for my dad to die, and to then got to see him get back to his normal self. Something that was completely unexpected and honestly amazing.
I just wanted to write this because this time last year was such a terrible time for my family. I would sit and cry everyday and the thought of losing my dad, and we eventually did get some good news and he got better. It felt like we were beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel. And because he’s now struggling again, I’m even more lost on how to cope with it. I’m feeling very detached from myself, not knowing whether to be as upset as I was the first time. Its hard to know if this time around is going to be the last time… is there anyone that has gone through something similar? I’m struggling to know how to feel at the moment.