I never thought cancer would "happen" to our family. Then, one day, out of the blue, it did. My dad got a rare form of cancer, in his bile duct. It is usually not found until it is advanced, as his was. By the time they found it there were hundreds of metastatic nodules in his lungs. Then it spread to his bones, which caused him a lot of pain in the end. He had been feeling just fine up to the day he was diagnosed.
Cancer is so ugly--in what it does to the person who gets it and what it does emotionally to family and loved ones. Has anyone here been able to get past those last images of their loved one? I want to remember my dad as a strong, jolly person instead of the weak, skeletal, sorrowful (almost scary) person he became while dying. I want to remember the good.
Tags: cancer, dad, lung, pancreatic