My sweetheart had a doctor appointment today. He was diagnosed with cancer about six months ago, and after a couple months of treatments, he beat it! Then when he went in for his six week appointment, they found a new, unrelated cancer.. One of the most aggressive out there. He's been fighting a tough battle for the past few months trying to reach remission again.
The chemo wasn't working, and his doctor decided to put him on an experimental treatment (what else did we have to lose?), and we were so excited when the first couple weeks, it seemed like it was working! But it was false hope. At his checkup two weeks ago, the scans showed that the cancer was, once again, progressing rapidly, and he was switched back to chemo treatments.
It's been all the usual chemo difficulties since: not keeping any food down, can't sleep but exhausted all the time, terrible headaches, passing out, and catching any sickness that he comes into contact with. Apparently, this has been all for naught...
Today, the cancer was officially labeled terminal.. We were given a time frame of 9 months to a year, if he's lucky.. We need prayers and healing thoughts. He is the best man I know, and he does not deserve this!
The doctor is putting him on a clear liquid diet that will hopefully help with the vomiting. (He's been throwing up so often and so violently that he's managed to tear his esophagus, and he's been throwing up blood.) I plan to do this liquid diet with him, so he doesn't feel so alone in it.
Things always work out how they're supposed to...... right?
The chemo wasn't working, and his doctor decided to put him on an experimental treatment (what else did we have to lose?), and we were so excited when the first couple weeks, it seemed like it was working! But it was false hope. At his checkup two weeks ago, the scans showed that the cancer was, once again, progressing rapidly, and he was switched back to chemo treatments.
It's been all the usual chemo difficulties since: not keeping any food down, can't sleep but exhausted all the time, terrible headaches, passing out, and catching any sickness that he comes into contact with. Apparently, this has been all for naught...
Today, the cancer was officially labeled terminal.. We were given a time frame of 9 months to a year, if he's lucky.. We need prayers and healing thoughts. He is the best man I know, and he does not deserve this!
The doctor is putting him on a clear liquid diet that will hopefully help with the vomiting. (He's been throwing up so often and so violently that he's managed to tear his esophagus, and he's been throwing up blood.) I plan to do this liquid diet with him, so he doesn't feel so alone in it.
Things always work out how they're supposed to...... right?