My sympathy for you and your father. For what it’s worth, here’s my story. I hope it might help at least a little.
My Father hated doctors (and most authority figures) and dealt with life’s problems by ignoring them absolutely as long as it was possible to do so.
He began to have abdominal pains, diagnosed himself as having ulcers, and ignored the worsening “cramps”. Apparently, this went on a year or two. When he wound up lying up against walls in contorted positions, trying to find a position that eased the pain, my mother finally convinced him to see a doctor, who put him in the hospital that same afternoon.
Exploratory surgery two days later. They found a huge colon tumor that had spread throughout his abdomen. The surgeon went ahead and removed the original tumor, but told us Dad was “full of cancer” and long past any chance of a cure. As soon as Dad had recovered from the surgery, he could start chemotherapy to possibly buy a little time, but even with chemo he had 18 months at the very most.
He came home a few days later, and didn’t seem (to us) to be recovering all that much. Weak, and losing weight. Seven weeks after the surgery, his skin turned yellow. Back to the hospital, where the doctor went in with a scope (via throat), and found the liver now fully involved by the cancer. Nothing to do but treat him for pain. The Doc told us that it was something of a blessing in disguise, because liver cancer killed so quickly that the patient didn’t have much time to suffer. (These were his exact words, as best I can remember.)
Dad came back home, was “comfortable” with oral pain meds, even as he got weaker and thinner. A week and a half later he told us he was ready for the hospice, meaning the pain was finally unbearable. He arrvived at the hospice later that afternoon, and was more comfortable once the morphine drip was running. He died a day and a half later, and although he had several episodes of horrible pain, it would ease up as soon as the morphine was increased.
I was with him for his last 12 hours, and had been expecting (and dreading) to see him go through the agony of cancer; but overall, it seemed to me as if those episodes lasted for minutes, rather than the hours (or even days) that we’d been fearing. So with hindsight, I think the doctor was right- At least it was liver cancer.
This was 19 years ago. Dad was 67.
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