My Dad
This has been a roller coaster of a rough week. I don't imagine that they will get much better from here.
At the end of last week on Friday, we got the relatively good news that they successfully installed a bile duct stent to hopefully allow his system to start processing toxins out of his system again, and they got a biopsy sample of the tumors on his pancreas.
That was good through the weekend. He started feeling a bit better, but in short order his abdominal pain returned, and he stopped eating much again. Mid-week, they the saw palliative care doctor, and basically were told that things were NOT good at all and the general prognosis had now dropped to a few months, and what would he prefer? The choices were; quality of life (pain care, pain meds, & hospice), or length of life (pain care, meds & Chemo, which actually didn't guarantee any great additional amount or ANY additional length) ? So while they still needed to meet with the Oncologist for the biopsy results. At least at that time time, the decision was made that unless the Oncologist PROMISED that chemo/treatment would/could give some reasonably decent life extension, quality of life, was definitely what he would like, spending it with family & friends.
Oncologist appointment was today: As of today, There is no longer a choice, it's too late for chemo, because it would be too hard on his body & do more harm than good. He is starting hospice on Sunday, with a new prognosis of a few weeks to POSSIBLY a few months.
I am no longer crushed. I am ENRAGED wondering why this is happening, filled with sadness that I can't control, I am numb.
Dad, I love you.
At the end of last week on Friday, we got the relatively good news that they successfully installed a bile duct stent to hopefully allow his system to start processing toxins out of his system again, and they got a biopsy sample of the tumors on his pancreas.
That was good through the weekend. He started feeling a bit better, but in short order his abdominal pain returned, and he stopped eating much again. Mid-week, they the saw palliative care doctor, and basically were told that things were NOT good at all and the general prognosis had now dropped to a few months, and what would he prefer? The choices were; quality of life (pain care, pain meds, & hospice), or length of life (pain care, meds & Chemo, which actually didn't guarantee any great additional amount or ANY additional length) ? So while they still needed to meet with the Oncologist for the biopsy results. At least at that time time, the decision was made that unless the Oncologist PROMISED that chemo/treatment would/could give some reasonably decent life extension, quality of life, was definitely what he would like, spending it with family & friends.
Oncologist appointment was today: As of today, There is no longer a choice, it's too late for chemo, because it would be too hard on his body & do more harm than good. He is starting hospice on Sunday, with a new prognosis of a few weeks to POSSIBLY a few months.
I am no longer crushed. I am ENRAGED wondering why this is happening, filled with sadness that I can't control, I am numb.
Dad, I love you.