Good News and Bad News, Carcinoid Cancer (3)
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In the following months John lost a lot of weight which had me convinced there was something seriously wrong, my best friend and my brother in law died of cancer and the weight just dropped off them and John was going the same way.
The hot flushes were getting worse and he was becoming frightened to eat they made him feel so ill. Finally they decided to give him scan and this is when the cancer came to light, they found cancer in the liver and the small bowel.
About nine months ago the pains and sickness became severe again this time he was taken into hospital and they found that the cancer had almost blocked the tube leading from the bowel. The surgeon came to see him and told him that he would need an operation but it was dangerous not just because of the cancer but also because John has bronchitis and has difficulty with his breathing at times.
He told him that he could die on the table and it was up to him whether he should risk it or not. John never gave it a second thought he said he couldn’t go on much longer with the pain and if there was any chance at all he would take it.
They scheduled the operation for the following day.
He was taken to the theatre at 10.30 am and the sister said it would be a long job and not to expect him back before 6 pm as he would be in recovery until that time.
6 pm came and went and as it came up to 8 pm I was almost in bits.
All they would tell me was that there were complications and they keeping him there to keep a close eye on him.
As 10 pm approached the sister came to tell me that John was in intensive care he hadn’t come round from the operation and was on life support.
They took me and my daughter down to see him, they explained that he would look bad and also about the tubes that were attached to him.
It was one of the worst times of my life seeing him lying there it was almost as if he had already left me.
It was around 12 pm the following day before he finally woke up, my relief was immense although he still didn’t recognise us.
That night I went home assured by the sister that he would recover. I was back at the hospital at 8 pm the following morning and to my great joy he was much better. That night they removed the life support for short periods of time at first until they were sure that he was breathing properly on his own.
The following afternoon he was moved to a ward and although he was still on oxygen and with numerous tubes still attached I knew he was on the road to recovery.
( will be continued)