spy_girl21
Cadet
some of you may have wondered where I've gone, I know I haven't been online in a really long time. I have to admit I've been busy, but at the same time I've been going through one of the most difficult events in my life. Feel free to share your stories here also, because I'm having a difficult time dealing with my Dad's cancer, and I'd appreciate hearing stories about other's experiences with it.
About a month ago, I come home, and my Dad asks me if I wouldn't mind spending the next two weeks in town with my mother, because he was going to be in the hospital for the next two weeks. My immediate response is, "Why?" My dad has never really been extremely open about his health, and he gave me a brief description of what was going on. Apparentally they were wanting to remove part of his colon. At the time, he supposidly didn't know too much about what was going on, or he didn't want to share it with me. Which does hurt my feelings, because I'd rather know what is going on then not know at all. Well, I was concerned and worried about my Dad, even though this particular operation was common, and was very successful in most cases. I talked with some of my close friends and a teacher. They felt bad about it, and said they were there for me. Well, the next week my dad had his operation. I went through the day only breaking down once during school. Which I guess I was glad I didn't have any outbursts of tears during school. The moment I get home, I immediately call the hospital to see if the surgery went well. The nurse responded with,"Of course he's fine. He's very very comfortable, and the surgery went very well." This put my worries at ease. And I felt content, like everything was going to be okay. About 20 minutes later my grandma calls me up, and asks to speak with my mother. I find this very odd because my parents are divorced, and this grandmother was my dad's mom, and she doesn't really like my mom. She asks to speak with her. And at the moment my mom wasn't home, so I tell her to call back later, but my mom walked in the door that instant. They talked on the phone for probably about 15 minutes or so. My mom finally gets off the phone with my grandmother, by the expression and her choice of words I knew it couldn't be anything good. My mom tells me, if I wanted the good news or the bad news. She didn't really give me much of a choice. So she gives me the good news first. My dad's operation went very well, and that he was comfortable. Then the bad news was that he'd have a collostomy(an incision in his large intestine, where his wastes go into a small bag), but that wasn't the worst news. They found cancer in 4 spots on his liver, or what they believed to be cancer. I'm upset by the news. Frustrated with life and God, I spend the night crying. Later that week I discuss the situation with my friends and teacher, once again they provide support and comfort about the situation. That following Sunday I visit my dad in the hospital, he had receieved the test results and 3 out of 4 spots came back negative for cancer. But the largest spot was positive for cancer. Some time passes in between then and now. The following week when my dad came home he lost 15 lbs in 5 days, which automatically made me concerned about his health. Anyways, my most recent visit which was yesterday, I found out the most information about his condition. He never really was open about it, but it was an eye-opening visit. He had started chemothreapy last Wednesday and it completely wiped him out for the rest week, he has to continue this every other week. He receieves his chemo through a pump, because unfortunately he wasn't a candidate for a surgical procedure of removing the cancer. My dad let me see his blue card saying what he had, at the time I don't think he realized that I'd immediately look up what he had. He had Metastatic Colon Cancer to the Liver. Also known as Stage IV of Colon Cancer, where the cancer spreads from the colon to the liver. Apparentally, there isn't a cure for the cancer, all the chemo is doing is buying time. Enough time to hope for a cure. I found out a little over 24 hours ago, that the possibility of him not seeing me graduate from high school is in the picture. Possibility of this being his last Christmas, is in the picture. I'm not sure on how long he has left, the average was anywhere from 13-16 months. I'm hoping for new medicine to be researched within the time, but I'm just frustrated at everything. I'm just hoping my Dad doesn't give up his fight, and continue the chemothreapy. Because it's already difficult for my family, then his situation is constantly being compared to his cousin's. His cousin died at 16 from cancer. It honestly hasn't been a happy month in my house. I appreciate everyone who's willing to listen, and that it really helps having someone to talk to about it. Thanks.
About a month ago, I come home, and my Dad asks me if I wouldn't mind spending the next two weeks in town with my mother, because he was going to be in the hospital for the next two weeks. My immediate response is, "Why?" My dad has never really been extremely open about his health, and he gave me a brief description of what was going on. Apparentally they were wanting to remove part of his colon. At the time, he supposidly didn't know too much about what was going on, or he didn't want to share it with me. Which does hurt my feelings, because I'd rather know what is going on then not know at all. Well, I was concerned and worried about my Dad, even though this particular operation was common, and was very successful in most cases. I talked with some of my close friends and a teacher. They felt bad about it, and said they were there for me. Well, the next week my dad had his operation. I went through the day only breaking down once during school. Which I guess I was glad I didn't have any outbursts of tears during school. The moment I get home, I immediately call the hospital to see if the surgery went well. The nurse responded with,"Of course he's fine. He's very very comfortable, and the surgery went very well." This put my worries at ease. And I felt content, like everything was going to be okay. About 20 minutes later my grandma calls me up, and asks to speak with my mother. I find this very odd because my parents are divorced, and this grandmother was my dad's mom, and she doesn't really like my mom. She asks to speak with her. And at the moment my mom wasn't home, so I tell her to call back later, but my mom walked in the door that instant. They talked on the phone for probably about 15 minutes or so. My mom finally gets off the phone with my grandmother, by the expression and her choice of words I knew it couldn't be anything good. My mom tells me, if I wanted the good news or the bad news. She didn't really give me much of a choice. So she gives me the good news first. My dad's operation went very well, and that he was comfortable. Then the bad news was that he'd have a collostomy(an incision in his large intestine, where his wastes go into a small bag), but that wasn't the worst news. They found cancer in 4 spots on his liver, or what they believed to be cancer. I'm upset by the news. Frustrated with life and God, I spend the night crying. Later that week I discuss the situation with my friends and teacher, once again they provide support and comfort about the situation. That following Sunday I visit my dad in the hospital, he had receieved the test results and 3 out of 4 spots came back negative for cancer. But the largest spot was positive for cancer. Some time passes in between then and now. The following week when my dad came home he lost 15 lbs in 5 days, which automatically made me concerned about his health. Anyways, my most recent visit which was yesterday, I found out the most information about his condition. He never really was open about it, but it was an eye-opening visit. He had started chemothreapy last Wednesday and it completely wiped him out for the rest week, he has to continue this every other week. He receieves his chemo through a pump, because unfortunately he wasn't a candidate for a surgical procedure of removing the cancer. My dad let me see his blue card saying what he had, at the time I don't think he realized that I'd immediately look up what he had. He had Metastatic Colon Cancer to the Liver. Also known as Stage IV of Colon Cancer, where the cancer spreads from the colon to the liver. Apparentally, there isn't a cure for the cancer, all the chemo is doing is buying time. Enough time to hope for a cure. I found out a little over 24 hours ago, that the possibility of him not seeing me graduate from high school is in the picture. Possibility of this being his last Christmas, is in the picture. I'm not sure on how long he has left, the average was anywhere from 13-16 months. I'm hoping for new medicine to be researched within the time, but I'm just frustrated at everything. I'm just hoping my Dad doesn't give up his fight, and continue the chemothreapy. Because it's already difficult for my family, then his situation is constantly being compared to his cousin's. His cousin died at 16 from cancer. It honestly hasn't been a happy month in my house. I appreciate everyone who's willing to listen, and that it really helps having someone to talk to about it. Thanks.