And I don’t really know what to do or if I’m strong enough (ha) to get through this with him, being whatever he needs. I just can’t begin to grasp the depth of how much this is just killing me. I should’ve fought harder to be closer to him and stay in his life. I should’ve overlooked more, worked harder to learn more about him. I am simply crumpling here. I’d much, much rather this be me than him.
Anyway, for those interested, the outlook isn’t even remotely good. The doctors think he has two separate kinds of Cancer, although that hasn’t been much followed up on and I’m not sure why, unless it’s because everything else is so bad that this is no longer important. Is it even possible to have more than one strain? I keep trying to read up on it, but I go over and over and over the words, yet can’t seem to understand or retain them for long.
Furthermore, ever tumor he has (especially including the really big one), has grown, while new smaller ones have crept up in his stomach. The most recent problems that landed him back in the hospital, has been continual pain in his back. The news today is that this is slowly spreading into his bones, most notably his spine. I’m not positive that I’m getting all this information right either. He’s still in such denial, he won’t hardly pay attention to what the specialist say, so obviously I can’t count on his idea of what all is going on. His wife is much better, getting everything down to the tiniest detail, but because of my mother’s treatment of her, she won’t hardly speak to any of us. I get that and although I’m far from her number one fan, I view all these petty shit as stuff that’s Not For Now. It’s only about David and all others should get along no matter what. Thanks mom, you unbelievably inconsiderate ass. :mad: :mad:
Lastly, they will no longer be seeing him at M.D. Anderson. He believes that this is only for his convenience, it being unnecessary to make the drive from east Texas into the metroplex area when all he has to do is take a pill, etc. My family ( :rolleyes: ) has already written this off to mean they’re sending him home to die. I have no idea which one is correct or if instead, it’s a combination of the two or something in the middle. I wish I knew more. I’ve spent as much time with him lately as my stupid fucking agoraphobia will alow, then I give him space so that my problems can remain hidden from him and he won’t be exposed to any of my depression/anxiety/whatever. As I’m sure is obvious, they all have enough on their plates already without me adding my insanity. Though I hope that’s the right call to make. I’m terrified of letting him down in any way. Tired of it too, for any time I’ve done so in the past.
Og. Fuck cancer.
Oh, and if this is positive, they’re scheduling a second MRI. Who knows what that’ll bring?
Anyway, there’s an update. I realized after finally logging back in after so long, that I’d managed to forget about my thread. I’m so very sorry to everyone for not having returned. It was never my intention to abandon it. Please forgive my mistake.
Thanks for reading this. David does take comfort in knowing a few more of my net friends are out there giving their generous good thoughts toward his life and family. On his behalf, bless you all. I can’t imagine how much more hurtful this would be for me to deal with if you guys weren’t here. I really appreciate the prayers and the like, supporting my heart while it breaks. Guys, everyone of you is wonderful.
~Kemi