My uncle has had cancer for 3 years, it's terminal and they can do no more for him apart from carry on with the chemo to extend his life as much as possible, even then it is probable that he will not last the year. He's only 42.
I've never been close to him, before he got ill it had been years since I'd seen him but since this got as serious as it has I've seen him more or less every week, before he got bed/chair ridden we exchanged emails, he advised me on my own problems (as if he didnt have enough of his own!) we exchanged daft texts, usually taking the piss out of other family members (not in a nasty way) and we've had a laugh, as much as possible anyway.
I've tried not to think about how seriously ill he is at all, I've cried over it once.
I went to see him today, he's stuck in a chair, needs 24 hour care, has nothing at all to look foward to, his eyes are black, he's constantly tired and he knows he doesn't have long left.
I came away feeling so sad, what must it be like to be 42 and confined to a chair unable to do anything for yourself and knowing that you've probably seen your last christmas? it's so unfair and I feel so helpless, how can someone die a slow death in front of you and you can't do a thing to help them?
I'm sure others on here must've dealt with similar situations...?