Well, seven weeks ago we were looking forward to our month long winter holiday and buying flip flops and sun cream. Today we are talking about incontinence pads, surgery and bone scans.
What an absolute nightmare this is. My lovely husband isn't poorly, we have been to the gym today, and he was buying bonsai trees yesterday. A routine test came back as PSA 12, the scan showed cancer, the biopsies confirmed it as T3 with a gleeson score of 8/9 and we now have a cancer nurse. There is to be a bone scan on Monday, a meeting with the oncologist a few days later and surgery as soon as possible because it turns out to be a very aggressive form of cancer. We are going through the motions but are totally bewildered by the whole thing. I am worried for Colin, I am worried about everything, what if it has spread to his bones?, how is this going to affect his depression? It has just happened so quickly it is almost of the radar. We are lucky because one of our daughters works for McMillan, so she understands the process, but both daughters idolise Colin, so we have to seriously consider their mental state. I have cried so hard that my face has hurt for three days. I have three children by a previous marriage, their own father, my ex, is laying in a hospital bed dying from a rare form of cancer that is now in his bones and blood and has eaten away his entire shoulder. Two of our daughters have father in laws with lung cancer. I have severe mental health problems, depression and anxiety, that make it difficult for me to retain information. When the urologist was talking to us explaining the diagnosis it was as it we were watching it happen to someone else. Luckily our very organised daughter was with us and took over, asking the questions I had typed out into a spreadsheet, they are on the case, Colin is just going with the flow, we are taking it day by day, but I cannot bear to think of my wonderful man suffering. He is 70 and fit and healthy, he is gorgeous and funny and marvellous, and I adore him more than life itself. I seem to have lived with cancer all my life, my father had stomach cancer 50 odd years ago, and my mum died of breast cancer when she was 51. I am glad that Colin is taking it the way he is, but really concerned about how he will adjust mentally now everything is gaining momentum. We are having a big family Sunday Lunch this weekend, before catheters become the norm, to be closely followed by incontinence pads. I absolutely adore this man, we have been together for 23 years, but have only been married 9 months. I really need support and a friend, to help me stand strong beside my man to support him whatever our future holds.
Many thanks for listening to my ramblings, sending love to you all, I just feel bogged down, and need to be in contact with people in the same position as us, Colin would never use a chat room, but I need to be prepared to stand by him and protect him as much as I can, if you have a few moments any words of wisdom would be greatly appreciated. Many thanks x