My ex husband has stage IV medullary thyroid cancer. They moved him into hospice last night. So surreal to read about it here so many times and then see it first hand with the father of my children. I went to go see him with my son. We were both shocked to hear that they said his organs were shutting down, and he only had days to live. His scans were stable only a month ago. He was just playing bongo drums at a gig a few weeks ago. We thought he would be in hospice for months. It broke my heart to see my 6'3" 25 year old son cry. We agreed that I would tell his siblings, and he would tell the other family members. I've let my youngest (20) be in denial for quite awhile, but it was finally time to face the truth. She's just a puppy still wanting her daddy to be there for her. It hurts so much to see them hurting, and there's nothing I can do.
Weird questions come up like what should we do with his van? What about his dog? It's all so sudden. His birthday is Sunday. He might die on his birthday. How sad.
My 22 year old told me that my cancer was not allowed to come back now. God, I hope not.