I sincerely apologise to my 3 loyal readers for going AWOL these past couple of months.
About two months ago we rushed my dad to hospital one night thinking he was having a stroke. We spent hours in the waiting room at the emergency services while the doctors ran their tests and did all the scans
the medical aid would later on probably refuse to pay for.
After 2 days of testing we finally found out my dad had been diagnosed with cancer. Being the type of person who needs to know all the facts, I went in search of the research on the types of cancer my father had, hoping against hope that somewhere I would read some good news…HA! As the first couple of days passed with my dad being in hospital, each day brought us new information, further testing and more research on my part. Doctors don’t want to upset you so they don’t tell you everything! Finally after many doctors, tests and a week in ICU my dad had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.
At that stage logging in to my favorite Mynews24 daily, suddenly felt so… unimportant. All I could read was corrupt politics, murder and mayhem and it all made me feel even worse. At first I thought that I was being utterly silly as I was not the one who was sick, but in the weeks to follow I soon found out that it hits the family just as hard as it does the one who is diagnosed.
So many people had advice
(and conspiracy theories) about cancer and how it can be healed and which treatment would be best and and and…and many of those “Please tell us if there is anything we can do for you” messages. My sister and I even joked about how we would tell the next person who asked that we are in dire need of the largest chocolate cake they could find.
The doctors, if I counted correctly a total of 7 of them all agreed on the best treatment for my dad to give him the best possible quality of life … well the little that he now has left.
I guess what I am trying to say with all the rambling above is that this disease is horrible. Whether you are the one going through the pain and treatment or the one supporting the one going through the pain and treatment. Whether you are diagnosed with stage 1,2,3 or 4. This disease will affect the patient and their families in such a life altering way, that none of you will ever look at life in the same way.
As my dad deteriorates each day, watching how my mom stands by him, watching how this disease is hurting them both, my heart breaks into a million pieces every time. So to all the families out there dealing with the same I say, know that there are others out there also feeling this pain.
To those who are supporting families like mine, Thank you.