My DH was diagnosed with bowel cancer in 2013. There was already a secondary tumour in the liver when the bowel tumour was removed. He had 8 doses of chemo, there was talk of a portal vein embolization to reduce the liver cancer and encourage the "good" part to grow but that was found to be too dangerous. He started another course of chemo but became to weak to continue,
The position at the moment is that no further treatment will be given and we have been referred to the Macmillan team and have our first visit on Monday. The prognosis is 3 to 4 months at the most. I was expecting this but it was a big shock to DH who thought he had much longer.
I am coping very badly. DH need me to do everything for him as he is very unsteady on his feet and weak. I am glad to do this even the twice a night visits to the loo which is downstairs and he is unsafe to go downstairs on his own. As you can imagine my emotions are all over the place, I am not one for crying but it creeps up on me, I went shopping in the town this morning and hearing a Salvation Army band playing set me off again.
My children are supportive but friends just say daft things like."Well you know where we are." but nobody visits. The neighbours put a note through the door asking after him FGS. I know people "don't know what to say" to which my answer is talk about the things you would if he didn't have terminal cancer, sport, the weather, mutual friends etc.
I feel like a warder looking after a prisoner awaiting execution and Christmas makes it a hundred time worse. Any wise words from people who are there or have been there would be most welcome.