my grandad was diagnosed yesterday
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[b:099eb04b61][color=green:099eb04b61] ym grandad was diagnosed yesterday. hes got a tumour in his pancreas and its inoperable. hes got just months left. i dont know how to cope. its so unfair. why did this have to happen to him? can this be related to smoking? or dangerous chemicals hes been forced to work with for minimum wage for years and years? i dont know what to think.. i dont know how to deal with it.. and i dont know why this has happened[size=18:099eb04b61][/size:099eb04b61][/color:099eb04b61][/b:099eb04b61]
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tokagirl
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i fully understand how u feel , as i lost my father to the same illness , many things had gone through my mind also , blaming mainly on the smoking , but i dont know if this is the real cause .
You will be suprised how well u will cope , i send u my heart felt wishes at this extreamly dissressing time .
There are extreamly good organisations out there that can help you with ur feelings , it important to stay strong , but never be afraid to let it all go from time to time .
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What I have learn't is too try to get your loved one to re-educate their diet to 8 small snacks a day ,and when you have energy use it and when not rest xxxxx stay strong
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marcie_delacroix
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spread to other organs by the time of diagnosis. He was 87. My mother is 83 at the end of January, she went to live with my sister in California after Daddy died. She has been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer, and 3months to live. 12 years ago I lost my partner to the same cancer. Her tumour or whatever it is called has not grown since her scan in May which seems to have thrown the consultants there. She is in no pain, no
vomitting in fact nothing similar to my partner. I am trying to persuade her to come home to go to
Southampton Pancreatic Specialists. The Consultants she is seeing in the States are not specialised in the Pancreas. They are talking about Radio treatment at a hospital a long way from my sisters house where
she is living, the travelling back and forth will be ridiculous. She says coming back to the UK is out of the
question, we live on the Isle of Wight and because she knew someone years ago who had to travel back and forth every day to Southampton she has it stuck in her mind that it will be impossible. I have tried to explain that there is a hotel with room and meals provided next to the hospital so no travelling but to no
avail. My younger sister with whom she is living is not good at all at sorting things out, arranging, finding
out about things. Some years ago I had to fly out there to sort out an appt for an op that she had been
trying to get for 6 months, which having strangled the information about the whereabouts of the
hospital from her, we went down, straight to reception, were sent to bookings, and got the appointment
for the next week, all within half an hour. Neither Mum nor she think to ask questions, or to keep on
phoning to get results for scans etc., they don't want to know, and don't like to bother anyone! I am sure
that if I could get Mum back to Southampton things would not be as bad as given, but she has given
up and resigned to dying. I don't know what to do, am thinking I can't be strong yet again, I have had to
do it so often for years, lost so many friends and family in the last 10 years. I have had several major
ops myself, and smaller ones, but had to keep going for my parents' sake. My mother even expected that having had my gall bladder removed on the Friday, home on Saturday, I had to go to M&S for coffee on
the Sunday with her and my father as she didn't want to go on her own with him. So there I was, stitched and bandaged, the District Nurse having been before we could go out, not exactly feeling like the
merriest person having coffee that day, up to my eyes in pain killers, sitting in M&S smiling and
chatting to friends of theirs we usually bumped into on a Sunday coffee. Daddy had dementia so was
blissfully unaware anyway poor thing. The funniest thing was when a gentleman friend of theirs, about
the same age, said to me how well I was looking these days, I didn't dare let slip I had only just come
out of the operating theatre about 36 hours before or my mother would have murdered me! So you see
she is not on the same planet as everyone, if she pretends not to know or see something it simply
doesn't exist. I know my sister will not push her to come back to have specialised pancreatic
treatment, because she won't want her to leave the States and is resigned to just go with the
consultants view there. I don't have the finances these days to just fly out and drag her home, it is
killing me knowing there are such expert surgeons available yet she will just let it happen with no
fight and no encouragement to do so there.I lost any faith repeatedly over the years, then when Daddy
had cancer on top of all those years with Dementia I knew any faith was wasted, why punish such a
kind and good man even more. I feel maybe I am a jinx on anyone I love or befriend, the world could be
a better place, safer probably if I wasn't around to put fatal curses on everyone. I would say that my late
partner and my mother until mid 70's were heavy drinkers. She would never admit to it but from my
earliest memories there was always drink on hand. I even used to have a bottle of Cherry B in my
stocking at Christmas from about the age of 8. My partner smoked heavily too, but Mum never did smoke at all. I do know several other people who died of Pancreatic Cancer, all of whom drank alot. My partner was very active indeed, mum didn't do active the nearest she got to active was being in a hurry to get to M&S sales. Both ate well, my partner never bothered with sweets, chocolate or creamy puds but Mum loved all of that. There doesn't seem to be a concrete reason for this cancer, hers was only found by
accident, in the States everyone over 50 has to have a colonoscopy for a start. I hope all of you have
been able to find peace after the trauma of this awful disease, perhaps some of your loved ones have
had that extra piece of time that is so precious. Take care