Well the awful week is over, Dad got an infection and spent last week in hospital having intravenous antibiotics, saline and two blood transfusions. Poor thing. Seeing my Dad so tearful is so sad and hard, my protector now needs protecting. Its hard because I remember all the times he looked after me, carrying me when I was little and I fell asleep, being there for me, holding my hand and being the best Dad. But, I guess…
Saw the consultant with Mum and Dad, all seems quite positve.
OK so they cannot cure this horrible disease but they are thinking that the tumour has traits of a carcinoma which is not typical of small cell. Carcinoma is good in my opinion as it may buy us time with my lovely Dad. We have to wait for the scans to be done after this bout of chemo to be more sure but hey I am happy to go with that prognosis at the moment…
..........How can I expect poor old Dad be positive when I feel so negative? Obviously he isn't aware I am negative but he must feel negative if I feel negative and I am not ill. I worry about Mum too - she is anxious for the meeting tomorrow, fearing the worst I think.
Where is this miracle we have been waiting for?
Had a great day today, went out for a drive to find somewhere nice for Sunday lunch and sliiiiiippppppppped on a huge piece of ice and the car ended up landing in amongst bushes and trees and sludgy mud just off the road! That did put us off schedule for and hour and 45 mins but hey ho it was good fun (only because the car wasn't damaged!). Some sweet lady bought us hot chocolate and biscuits which the girls loved…
Dads chemo did not work to shrink the cancer (small cell lung cancer - non smoker!) so they are trying a new chemo but its "unlikely" to work. You are told to be positive so I am hanging on along with Mum, Dad and my Big Sis to the miniscule chance that this chemo will shrink the tumour and they will be able to do radiotherapy! Until they tell us otherwise I am holding on to that thought…
