gentlemarlin14
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joined May 2015
Hello everyone. I haven't had a chance to catch up on all the posts yet... I'll dive in when I can find a spare moment. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time right now, so if anyone here has navigated a similar situation, I would truly appreciate any advice you might have. Back in 2011, my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. We immediately sought help at a private clinic where we met a wonderful oncologist who guided our next steps. Because we went private, we were able to get all his tests done in a single day—results that would have taken at least six months to process at a public hospital. Dad went straight to a facility in Rijeka for radiation, and thanks to that quick response, his prostate cancer was effectively treated. I should mention that when Dad later returned to the public system with all those private records, he was actually mocked for them. Fast forward to about 20 days ago: Dad started experiencing severe abdominal pain. He saw his primary care doctor, who scheduled a surgical consultation for June 5th, 2015. My sister and I begged him to see the specific oncologist we mentioned earlier instead, but he refused for the reasons I noted above. Eventually, I had to take him to the ER. After an examination, they identified colon cancer, and he was admitted immediately. Tests revealed metastases in his liver and some involvement in his lungs. The surgeons told us the plan was to operate on the colon, followed by chemotherapy. He had surgery last Tuesday, and honestly, it went beautifully. He handled it well; by the second day, we were helping him walk, and he even started eating again. He’s recovering remarkably well. However, during the follow-up the next day, the surgeon informed us that Dad’s life expectancy was very short and that they were simply preparing him for oncology and palliative care. My sister and I are there with him every single day—helping him move, exercising with him, and making sure we keep the mood light with jokes and laughter, just so he doesn't sink into despair and can gather strength for the fight ahead. We were also quite puzzled that they didn't even send him to a physiotherapist after surgery. But we made the best of it. Then, the other day, came the shock. That same surgeon tells us that Dad only has about three months left and that they won't be sending him for chemotherapy at all. Instead, it's just home care and palliative care. Essentially, "take him home and wait for the end." And this is with the caveat that he is 74 years old. What else do they expect? After the initial shock wore off, my sister and I decided right then and there that we aren't giving up on our dad, whether he is 74 or 100. He is our father. Yesterday, armed with only two pieces of paperwork and a verbal description of the metastases, we went back to that original oncologist we mentioned. He was genuinely stunned that someone had essentially written Dad off so easily. While we were there, the oncologist called the surgeon to discuss the situation. The surgeon described everything *except* the part where he told us Dad only had three months left. The oncologist instructed them to discharge him as soon as possible. After that call, the oncologist told us that while the situation isn't ideal, it isn't as bleak as we were led to believe, and that Dad absolutely has the right to further treatment, including chemotherapy. He mentioned a new medication that can shrink metastases so significantly that the liver might even become operable again. To top it all off, the most critical PET Scan results still haven't even come back. My sister and I couldn't believe our ears. The oncologist handed us a paper stating the patient was being treated palliatively (as if he were terminal) and that he was requesting all necessary documentation to proceed with full oncological treatment. Now, I am praying to God that the surgeon doesn't write "palliative care" on the official discharge summary. If he does, I'll be forced to drag Dad all the way back to Rijeka (we live in Pula) just to get the chemo authorized. Is this normal? It feels like he was written off simply because of his age—as if it's not worth spending money on him, or why bother with a physiotherapist or an oncologist when he's "old"? Is it right that my father worked for 42 years, paid into Social Security, and spent his entire retirement paying for supplemental insurance, only to have his right to chemotherapy stripped away at the finish line? If chemotherapy buys him just two more months, that is a victory in our eyes, because we are not giving up on him.