We got the worst news today. Our lovely, kind, newly-married son (9months) has a tumour too. My cancer is hereditary. And he has a tumour measuring 11 cms in his abdomen next to the left kidney. I am beyond grief - I feel sort of dead.
When you know you have cancer yourself, and it's an incurable type it's bad enough. When you find out your only child has it too - well, multiply that bad feeling by about a 1000.
Sorry if I sound self-pitying. Actually all my pity is for him. Ok - maybe a bit's for us.
He has to have an MIBG imaging scan, then a kidney function test (they can't tell yet if it's actually attached to kidney) then major surgery in about 3 weeks or so. I know exactly what he will go thru because I had it. And it was hell.
My poor mum. I'm her only child and my son is her only grandchild. I have a sister on my fathers side, and she has it too. My father is the carrier.
My husband is so strong, but I know he's dying inside. I intend to be there every minute for my son - and I have to be honest and say that's all that's keeping me going. I am so not a drama queen - far from it - but I honestly feel a fine line away from flipping at the moment.
