Postby kandj » Tue Jan 05, 2016 5:13 pm
I feel like I am you in reverse. DH was diagnosed, we have 3 kids (11, 7, and 5) and when he was diagnosed I felt like we both were hurtled in a car at a brick wall going 70MPH. We went to the ER after he fainted in the Drs. Everyone thought it was his gallbladder. Turned out it was Stage 4 CRC with liver mets. Many many liver Mets. I remember crying on the phone to my best friend saying how I was going to be a young widow with three boys to raise all alone. I googled, I looked at stats (the best saying 11% 5 yr OS) and I just felt so lost. But, then I decided we were going to fight with everything we had. We got another blow a month later when the surgeon we saw told us that chemo had about a 5% chance of getting DH to the point of resection (the only way to cure him). Again, I felt like I had been punched in the gut. By then though, I was better prepared. I was ready to call Sloan before we even left the building. We are still in the fight stage, but I am praying and hoping we get to the NED and check up stage. And I will probably be a nervous wreck before any appointments. I remember being like that with my pregnancy with my middle son. We were told very early on we were going to lose him. I had massive hemorrhages the first trimester of my pregnancy. I would lose a 1/2 to one pint of blood each time, happened 3 times in 6 weeks. Then I bled for the next 12 weeks. Every time I went in to an appointment I braced myself to be told there was no heartbeat. But they never did. Then he came 7 weeks early and was very ill with bacterial meningitis. Again, we were told to expect the worse, but instead he thrived. And now he is laying on the floor with his younger brother watching silly youtube videos. My worry never got me anywhere other then to increase my anxiety. He is here against all odds and he is amazing. Just remember that your DH is here now, he is here today, he is alive and is the man you fell in love with and made 6 beautiful children with. Try to live in that and let go of the rest.
I don't know if you are a religious person, so please disregard this if not. When DH was in the hospital after his surgery last month, I had finally gone home from the hospital (it was probably day 4 post op). I was exhausted, laying in bed (on my side of it) and a million thoughts were racing through my head. I could feel the anxiety creeping up. I had often heard people say that you have to give it over to God. I never really understood that, nor am I the type of person who is known for giving anything over easily, but I just closed my eyes and prayed. I prayed that God could relieve me of my stress, of my anxiety, of all the what ifs. I prayed that he could give me the ability to hand it over to him, all that worry. I took a very deep breath, and I felt like when I breathed out all of that anxiety went with it. I handed it over and I am just trying not to worry. I am trying to have faith that God can carry this burden for me so that I can focus on my DH and our family. Some days are better than others, but I just have to let go.
wife to DH, dx 8/15 stage IV @36, 12+ liver Mets
HAI placed 12/15
Liver resect 5/19/2016 15-20 mets (surgeon lost count)
Liver Recurrence 7/2017-radiation
Lung met 10/18 VATS
lung/adrenal gland recurrence 11/19
Adrenal ablation 2/20 VATS 3/20
Radiation: 9/20 adrenal gland, 2/21 pancreatic node
9/2021 liver, 4/22 esophageal node
7/2023 proton therapy: liver
140+ rounds of chemo and counting
Chest nodes, lung nodules, and esophageal nodes currently.