Hi Guys,
Wow - what a shock. Who knew that one day we'd end up here posting. We all kind of think it won't happen to us.
My name is John and I care for people with cancer.
This is all very, very new to me. I do not wish to take away from the personal stories on here of people who are first hand dealing with this.
In 2013, January, Australia Day... my beautiful daughter was born. She was a blessing... and shortly after, I left full time work to be with her and to start my own business.
It lifted off - and was successful relatively quick - enough for me to continue being self employed.
Then in June, I remember my dear old Dad calling me... who broke down on the phone, telling me that my sister (41) had Kidney Cancer and needed a kidney removed.
My poor family. It shook my mum and dad to bits. They were brave... but I could see it.
The great news was that they removed the cancerous tumor, she didnt need radio/chemotherapy, the past few scans have been cancer free and I really hope she lives a long life (she has 3 children to live for)
Then 2 months later, my grandfather had a heart attack. He lasted a while, was relatively chirpy once released from hospital... but died in his sleep a few weeks later.
My poor mom. First her daughter, then her dad.
Then now - literally the Thursday of last week... i get another phone call. Your dad has prostate cancer... its spread to his bones too.
His outlook is not to good. The doctor referred to it as not being "curable" but that in the coming days, likely tomorrow, they'll know how advanced it is and what outlook/treatments we have.
So at this point in my story. I'm kind of lost for words.
I've been beaten up this year by cancer... not personally, but my immediate family.
I've just grieved now for 6 straight months - and my poor old dad, well, I don't want him to die. He's 61 and only just known my daugter for 9 months. He has 10 more years to be there for her.
And my mum - first her daughter, then her dad, now her husband.
I'm 31 years old, male and I feel I should be stronger. But I'm emotionally a wimp. I'll cry at a song I hear on the radio... let alone coming to terms with losing my family. My poor old Dad... he's been such a big part of my life.
Anyway. Thanks for listening.