With me, I already had lost two young brothers to lung Ca. When I learned I had lung Ca, that was pretty scary for me. My sisters and close friends were in the pt. waiting area while I was having the mediastinoscopy and potential pneumonectomy (NOT). It was a good friend who came in to my face when I had awakened and said that the doctor was not able to remove my lung. I cried for the first time. Apparently, the surgeon was drilled by my sisters and forced to answer questions. He told them that I would not see 5 years. They did not reveal this to me, however. Which was fine. They told me instead that he was very hopeful about treatments. You see, they know me better than the doctors do. I did have an oncologist who came to my hospital room who I just remember as rather "cold". I was given his business card. I did request my records and he bluntly admitted in his notes that there was not much hope of survival. (I am glad I had the instinct right away NOT to pursue this doctor)
At my first onco. app't with the chosen doc, I was as nervous as he was. I needed to make some big decisions. So I asked him if my $$ would be better spent on a sunny, beautiful island and some margaritas or on some nasty chemo. I said, "If you were me, what would YOU do?" He said he would go for the treatment..."most people don't survive this stage and type of cancer, but SOME do."
Right then and there I knew in my gutt that I was going to be a part of that SOME. I sensed strongly throughout my treatment and office visits that he did not have the confidence in me that I had in myself. (I am a toughie) That relationship never did take hold and was toxic. I did appreciate his quote to me, however, and that statement gave me the ability to make up my competative mind that I was going to get through this.
I am not saying that it wasn't scary, and that it still isn't scary. I am saying that MOST of me believes that in five years, that I will have a smirk on my face.
My 37 yo brother was given a 5% chance of survival. He made it to six months. My 42 yo brother was told by a PA to get his affairs in order. Up until that time he was very happy and tolerating every procedure emotionally well. When she told him this, he then became depressed and died 3 weeks later. He died very sad and very scared.
With my 37 yo brother, his siblings were his next of kin. At dx, he was so ill, intubated, and almost in a coma. We needed to make decisions as a group on his behalf. The doctors told us that he would not make it very long but they wanted to give him treatment to give him just a little more time. At that time, he was so very ill, that I just wanted to let him go....I am glad that we decided on treatment. Those last four months of his life, I would not trade for anything. And he was happy, very happy too. The nurses absolutely loved him. And he proposed marriage to countless nurses...(he was so funny).
The onco. advised us not to tell him his prognosis unless he asked. He never did ask. The onco. told us that if he wanted to know and if he were ready to hear the answer, then he would ask and then we should tell him, but not until. This onco. was a wise man in his early thirties.
Hope all of these notes from everyone helps you. I have read so many of everyone's experiences, that it helps me also.
Good question. Thank you. Cindi o'h