Hi. I joined awhile ago to discuss my dear friends cancer. At that time we hoped for the Whipple surgery, but upon opening her up it was discovered that the cancer had spread, and the procedure would be pointless. After more scans and bloods, we now have to come to terms with the utterly devastating news that she has 4 to 6, possibly longer, or not, months left. She could have palliative chemo, but would give her only 6 or so weeks more, with the side effects making her last months even worse. She's decided not to do so. I'm still coming to terms with it all - or not - a big part of me still thinks it's all some terrible mistake, I cannot believe I'm going to lose her. 31 years ago I lost my darling mum, in similar circumstances -: just 3 months from cancer diagnosis to her going into the hospice on Boxing day, ten days later she died. How can this possibly be happening again? We spend lots of time together, doing nice things, making memories. She's amazing, has a Macmillan nurse, but I'm in total denial. Anyone else struggling to accept? C xx
