I'm preparing to get some bad news about Dads prostate / bone cancer this week. He's been going downhill for months and hasn't been able to keep water / food down for a few weeks, but, hey, the GP just says to take more morphine & anti-emetics - which he then throws up . He has lost a dangerous amount of weight but his stomach is very distended and the GP says there are lumps in there, but not done anything about it.
My sister has had it out with him & our stepmum and they have finally agreed to let her go to the GP's with them tomorrow. She reckons he'll be admitted and put on a drip, unless they are going to let him just starve to death over the next few weeks or open him up and see what is blocking his digestive tract, like it's hard to guess . We're both sure he's riddled with cancer and it's only a matter of months (weeks?) before his body packs up . He can't keep water / food / medication, including his blood pressure stuff, down so somethings got to give.
We spoke to his Macmillian nurse the other week who hardly seen him as dad thinks it's all mumbo-jumbo, she said that if we reckon he really doesn't have long left then close family are usually right. It's quite shit and I can't even cry I'm so hacked off that they have been in denial for almost a year and blocked any attempt by me or my sister (who works for the NHS and kicks ass when neccesary ) to be more involved. He's suffering so much now and so miserable and we could have done more to help manage the illness / cancer for him if they hadn't been so stubborn.
Every phone call I get I assume will be the one telling me he's been rushed to hospital or has dropped dead. Rant over, sorry for being a misery guts, just had to get that out as I am livid at the moment.
On the bright side I have a new job in my town again so I don't have a crappy 50 mile commute 3 days a week anymore! I start in a month, the days can't go fast enough.