My husband Karl was admitted to hospital after 18 months of seeing various specialists to find out why he was in pain, losing weight and vomiting. He was admitted on New Years Eve 2014. My gp called an ambulance because at this point he was very weak and the vomiting was so bad he couldn't hold anything down. About three weeks previous to this a rheumatoid consultant that we had been sent to had asked for a full body scan for him under the two week rule so we knew cancer could be a possibility. When he was admitted he was put on the digestive diseases ward as he was vomiting. Several tests and about a week later I arrived and asked about the results of today's test. The young registrar said no problem let me take a quick look at his notes. Then she said he is being moved to another ward it is probably better to ask a doctor on that ward.
Turned out the ward was oncology so I guessed the results had been cancer. Still optimistic I went to the new ward but it was to late to see another doctor. So I arranged to be able to see someone the next day. I need to add at this point that my mum was in another hospital 50 miles away (COPD) and was asking to have all treatment stopped as she had had enough and wanted to go peacefully. My daughter Yasmin and I were travelling between the two hospitals and were pretty fraught. We held each other together. Anyway when I arrived to see the doctor on the oncology ward the next day I was on my own because it was my daughters birthday and I told her to go and have a good time she deserved some relief from it all. I got a text just as I arrived from my husband to say I could pick him up today as he was allowed home now. I was so pleased. The doctor came to see me as requested and told me my husband had lung cancer which had spread to his brain.
I took it stoically thinking they can do so much these days. Although even someone with little knowledge knows it's not good if it has spread to another place.
