Found out a couple of months ago that my big brother has stage 4 lung cancer and has less than a year. Being distraught is an understatement!! I hadn't worked since getting the news and only went back this week to try and save funds to fly back and forward to him and my mom who lives near him (she's 84). We text all the time but hardly speak as he struggles to breath (which he's been given nothing to help with it). We're just so close our whole lives and I just can't get my head around it, he turns 60 next month. They're are giving him three lots of chemotherapy and the first one is on Monday. My poor mom is heart broken, no matter what age your child is, that's her wee boy. Unimaginable!! It's Deja vu because only just over two years ago I was over with my parents and our dad wasn't doing well. I flew back a couple of times and my brother and his partner ended up moving there to be near them. I ended up staying there for over seven months as dad was given months to live (money situation was different then). My brother and I did EVERYTHING for him, and we were honoured to do so, even though it was destroying us daily. For months our Dad was on 13 different types of medication 3 times a day, plus trying to constantly get him to eat then bathing him, shaving, changing him, taking him out etc, all while looking after mom and their home too. My brother joked the other day that now I have to do that for him (his warped sense of humour) and I will. I just don't want to lose my beautiful, best friend, my brother. I feel so alone, no matter how many family and friends I have in touch with me, I'm still on my own. Even my lovely husband can't help me. I'm distraught!!! Sorry for going on, but I had to do something
