So sorry to hear about your DF. Pancreatic cancer er really is evil. We lost my younger DSis to it just over a year ago.
Unlike your DF she was diagnosed with a stage 4 terminal cancer which they initially thought was ovarian. No less viscous.
Everything went so fast. Six weeks before her initial diagnosis she was still going out with her running club every week. She had lost weight but had been trying so didn’t think much of it. But then developed sciatica which was actually due to the tumour compressing the nerves. She rushed into hospital in severe pain, and after an MRI and CT they found a huge mass in her abdomen. It looked like ovarian and after an abandoned attempt to biopsy they sent her home with painkillers.
She went in for a biopsy a couple of weeks later but due to her not really recovering well after sedation and not being able to empty her bladder she was admitted. She deteriorated rapidly and after a PET scan they realised that she was riddled with secondaries including in her brain. After a couple of miserable weeks in the hospital they managed to find her a hospice bed. She died just over 2 weeks later. Her biopsy results came back 3 days before she died. Even the doctors were surprised it was pancreatic cancer, it is such a sneaky beast. It made no difference to her prognosis or end of life plan. If anything I think it gave her peace of mind that she hadn’t ignored any obvious symptoms since pancreatic cancer is harder to pick up early than ovarian.
Just to give you an idea of timeline she was still able to walk up and down stairs six weeks before she died. But by the time she had the biopsy she was pretty much chair/bed bound.
She was much younger than your DF.
It is an incredible shock when you first find out. While your DF is still lucid and able to chat make sure you know exactly what he wants. You all need to be on the same page and much as you desperately want your DF to have as much time with you as possible, cancer is not a kind disease at the end. Dont waste time you could be spending as a family fighting for a couple of extra days/weeks /months with him.
My DSis had no children and her DH is an only child so my other DSis and I travelled down each week for 4 days and we slept with her in the hospice in shifts so she was never alone. She was one of the most fiercely independent and active woman I have known but in the end she was frightened and scared by how quickly the cancer overwhelmed her.
Dr Google is not your friend at the moment. Pancreatic cancer is particularly difficult to treat even if found very early. The surgery, carried out usually well before stage 4, is brutal and at 87 he wouldn’t survive it, chemo isn’t much better.
We are a medical family so perhaps better prepared for the discussions although no less affected by the news.
If you attend the appointment with your DF ask if you can record it so that the rest of your siblings can hear exactly what is said. When it comes to serious stuff they need to hear what you hear. It stops everyone dashing off in different directions trying to find a cure. Again at this point spending time as a family together is far more important.
And yes I would start putting into place arrangements do you can go and be with your DF. The onchologist will not be able to tell you how long but they will make it very clear if no treatment is advised.
Also the sooner you can arrange stuff to make his life easier the better. The NHS can provide all the equipment you need so he can stay at home and arrange nursing for any medical care.
We thought we had time to take my DSis home when she seemed to rally but it wasn’t to be. Hospice beds are difficult to find so if you have the man power within the family it’s better to try and keep him at home. Hospital wards are soulless when your loved one is terminal.
In the weeks leading up to her death we cried together, joked and laughed. We all had quiet moments alone with her when we could talk and tell her how much we loved her. Most of all we were just there for her so she was never alone. We advocated for her towards the end when she no longer had the strength to talk or call out in pain. We made sure that she was as comfortable as possible. Most of all we all talked about her life and our memories. We got out the photo albums and recounted the stories we’d all heard hundreds of time and we promised her we’d look after her DH.