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My dear friends, we just have to accept this—assuming, of course, that they’ll find some other way to make up for everything they’ve taken from us here...
Even my father... he seems to be fading fast lately. He looks weaker every single day, barely eating anything at all—he can't even manage to sip water through a straw without a struggle.
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Has anyone else here dealt with constant, non-stop hiccups? My dad has been struggling with them for a few days now—it’s pretty relentless—and we’re honestly worried it might be something more serious. He’s currently battling bile duct cancer that has already spread to his liver and small intestine... so, yeah, we're definitely on edge about this.
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2Karen Torres17 - It’s actually the exact same thing my father went through—except in his case, it was located in the fourth segment of the liver... So, look, as long as the bile ducts are functioning, everything stays relatively stable, but with a disease like this, they have a nasty habit of clogging up, which leads to jaundice and even sepsis! Most likely, they'll need to install a bypass—you know, a drainage system—once the surgery is wrapped up!
As for the actual liver surgery itself, it's considered routine, I suppose, but man, the recovery is brutal. You're dealing with constant fevers and chills, and it takes quite a while to get back on your feet before you can even think about prepping for chemo!
If you need any more details or just want to vent, please feel free to reach out to me—I've been navigating this exact same path for a year now!
Hello and good evening, everyone...
I’ve been quietly following the posts on this thread for about a month now—actually, I started reading just a day after my father was last discharged from the hospital.
To make a long story short, I want to share our family's journey, which has been an uphill battle for the last ten months...
After nearly two months of checkups, they finally caught a very sneaky pancreatic cancer. By then, it had already metastasized to his liver and small intestine, so he had to go under the knife immediately. Chemotherapy didn't really do much, even though he felt surprisingly okay at the time. The CT scan results after chemo were grim; the doctors told us that with diseases like this, chemo fails 99% of the time. But we weren't ready to throw in the towel just yet. We decided to try the Breussov method, and honestly, it seemed to work wonders! The spots on his liver stopped spreading, his lymph nodes shrunk, and there wasn't a single sign of that monster left anywhere else. It was probably the happiest four months of my life... Of course, nothing ever goes perfectly. There was this bacteria he’d been carrying since the surgery—which had stayed dormant while we were doing the Breuss treatment—but it suddenly flared up and blocked his bile ducts. That led to brutal fevers and chills, leaving us with no choice but to head back to Rib for treatment to deal with the sepsis caused by the bacteria, including getting a drainage tube installed in St. Louis... Sadly, just when everything seemed to be going right and according to plan, that bastard came roaring back, destroying everything in its path with terrifying speed. We didn't see this coming at all. We believed in Breuss, we did the research, we followed the protocol to a T, and everything was looking great until just a week ago... Did we make a mistake somewhere? Only God knows, and lately, I've found myself struggling to believe in Him. My father is at Rib now, dealing with fluid buildup in his abdomen; he's feeling worse and worse, and I just hope he can come home soon...
What hurts the most is that we’ve conquered so many massive life hurdles together. We built our private lives and our business through sheer grit, constantly pushing forward. Now, just when he and my mother should finally be enjoying their retirement, we have to face defeat against this tiny little thing that has absolutely crushed us.
I have to say, kudos to the people on this forum. I've read everything here, and you guys have given me the strength and the will to keep going. I used to think I was the only one going through this nightmare. I'm only 24, and I have to step up and take over our company while looking after my mother—it won't be easy. But reading these stories from such brave people makes everything feel a little more manageable.
Thank you... Let's keep supporting one another. See you around!