So today Dad had his appointment with the oncologist. She told him that he has squamous cell carcinoma in his lung with lung secondaries and a 'spot' in his right shoulder. He starts treatment next week, with 5 sessions of radiotherapy, followed by chemo two weeks later.
He seems so much brighter today, knowing it is worth, in his words 'giving it a go'. He is prepared to fight, and I am so glad he still has that fighting spirit.
The radiotherapy will (hopefully) shrink the tumour in his lung which will help with his breathlessness and cough and the 'blast' of radiotherapy to his shoulder should help there too.
He and Mum will be able to go on holiday, and the team are willing to work the chemo round any break they choose to have, which is wonderful.
Dad is delighted that the chemo he will be having may not cause him to lose his hair, he is so vain and this makes us laugh.
So on the whole, a better and more positive day. We know it wont be cured, but there is a little ray of hope which we can cling on to. Thank God.
