I was given 12-18 months to live in January/February last year. I began feeling ropey about 10 days before my last Oncology appointment, and I've been going downhill since. It was decided between myself and the Oncologist that there was nothing else to be done. I have stomach cancer with liver mets. Today I went for an appointment and I had to have a wheelchair go get me there. The slightest tasks make me breathless. Just having a shower, and getting and washed and drying my hair made my completely unable to do anything. I have had a breathless day and now I'm scared that might this is the beginning of the end.
Anyone else in the same sinking boat out there?
