Six Months or Less
Well, it's official. The doctors told us yesterday that with Walter's condition as bad as it is, he's lucky if he has six months left.
We have decided to stop the chemotherapy and radiation and enjoy what time we have left together. The trouble is, Walter is severly debilitated by his cancer. Not the treatment, the cancer. The parts of the body it is affecting, the spine and the brain, not to mention the lungs and the liver (primary) leave it so that he can do very little without taxing himself to exhaustion. The other issue is his pain. I am hoping now that hospice is involved we'll be able to control it better or get him on PCA, so far he is rejecting morphine, he wants to be lucid, but most of the time he's in such pain he's not lucid anyway.
This may seem like I'm rambling, maybe I am, I don't know anymore. It seems like I don't know if I'm coming or going. I feel like I'm drifting. I thought with hospice it'd be easier, but it's not. Now I feel like I'm on the sidelines and I'm missing something. Missing out on something that is the most important thing I've ever done in my whole life or will ever do again.
I'm sorry if this made no sense, I just had to vent.
Dana |