Any way, after the diagnosis, we have a steady week or two, we know what we have to deal with, pain management is at last achieved, thanks to the Macmillan nurse, not the GP, we have the emotional stuff, I have to look him in the face, tears in both our eyes & tell him whatever happens I'll not see hime & mum split up. They celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary last year, not going to let them be seperated untill the end.
So then his GP "pops in" & bowls him off his feet discussing where he wants to die, the fact they will not resuscitate as CPR would not work, so for the next few weeks he's grumpy as hell & taking it out on us.
I wish we could get through to him, he just clams up whenevr we try & talk about things we need to discuss.
Then last weekend he keels over in the garden, GP confirms nothing broken thank god, just cuts n bruises, so lucky, but its down to "deterioration" rathe than a faint etc, so just like that the last sembelence of independence is fading away, finally manage to convince him to wear a emergency response pendant, so if it happens again he can call for help.
And we have another emotional week as we realises his existance hangs in the balance, that before very much longer he will have to accept full time care at home.
