Hi there. Been reading through the forum since last night and at times I've smiled, wept and at the same time so grateful that I found you...
7 months ago my mum was diagnosed with SCLC. By the time it was discovered, it had already spread to several other areas in her abdomen and so palliative care was the only option for us.
6 treatments of chemo and 5 days of radiotherapy and we are at the end of treatment options for her.
Whilst at first I was worried about treatment - concerns over side effects and quality of life, the chemo has been fantastic and really gave mum her life back. She coped admirably with very few complications and just 2 or 3 days of illness every cycle, almost like extreme flu is how she described it. The radiotherapy, which has little evidence of success for SCLC was given more to reduce the risk of metastasis to the brain. However, mum wishes that she had not had this as she has been feeling to ill and tired to even leave the house these last three weeks. We're all just hoping that the small improvements this week will continue and she will be well enough to try and enjoy what will undoubtedly be her last Christmas with us.
So far, all facts, but no emotion. And herein lies my problem. As the eldest of 2 children, I'm my mum's main carer and recently left my job to spend as much time as i can with her whilst she is well and to care for her once her health starts to deteriorate. My stepdad is self employed and so can't take so much time off to care for my mum. Also, my mum plays down the severity of her situation a lot, especially with my dad. As I attend the appointments with her, I am possibly the only other person that realises how dire her prognosis really is.
Being the eldest, the one who is always so strong, the one who just gets on with things, the one everyone leans on. But who can I lean on? Who can I ask why this should happen to my otherwise healthy mum who is just 54 years old? Who can I tell that I'm terrified about what might happen next? I try to talk to my partner, but on the rare occasion that I can't hold it in any longer and get upset, he tries to make a joke to cheer me up. He's not deliberately being mean, he just doesn't understand that I need to rant, cry, sob at someone.
So, this is why I'm glad I found you - already just in admitting that I'm scared and upset, it's helped me shed the tears I can never find. That i usually refuse to succumb to. That prove that I am not emotionally numb and heartless...
Hopefully in time those tears won't be followed by guilt about being upset when I still have my health and my life ahead of me. Or shame that I might not be able to cope when my family needs me the most.
Sorry, I've totally rambled, and maybe not even made much sense. But already it's been a huge help.