Posts by Amanda Lewis93

My father passed away from lung cancer, and honestly, I feel like it was a medical failure. They caught it when it was just a tiny speck, but because it happened during the holidays, he was bounced from one doctor to another, and by the time he actually started treatment in the ninth month, it was already too late. Where’s the justice in that? He still fought for another year and a half after that, though. I've never seen anyone with such an incredible will to live, and I wanted so badly to stay alive right alongside him—he was all I had. I couldn't even allow myself to be weak in front of him, not for a second. Looking back, I think that in those moments, we as family members aren't the priority; it's all about the ones fighting the disease. If you put yourself in their shoes, knowing something is growing inside you and literally eating you alive... it's heavy. I hated that cancer like it was a living, breathing thing with its own mind, always staying one step ahead of us, like it knew exactly where to strike.

Linda Campbell said:Hey everyone. I read through these posts every single day, just looking them over and over, and I honestly think you are all incredibly brave for what you're going through. My Dad passed away seven years ago from lung cancer, and I fought it with everything I had. It’s still such a heavy subject for me. I can still vividly remember every treatment and every conversation; it’s all burned into my mind, and it still hurts. Now, my Mom is recovering from stomach cancer surgery as of April 4th. They had to remove her entire stomach, gallbladder, and spleen. Thankfully, the pathology report shows everything else is clear. She was discharged from the hospital ward on April 12th, and by the 13th, they had all her drains removed. Thank God, she’s recovering really well, especially since she was always so healthy and fit before this. When I first heard her diagnosis, I was a mess—vomiting all day, stomach issues, and even my period started early. The stress was just overwhelming. I was terrified. Initially, they told us they were only removing part of the stomach because all her other tests and tumor markers looked normal. But once they actually operated, they ended up taking everything. I nearly fainted. The doctor told us we just needed to pray. I was completely out of it, reliving all that trauma all over again. This time, though, it hits so much harder because I am so close to my Mom. I’m just holding onto hope that she’ll be okay. If anyone here has been through something similar or just wants to chat, please reach out.

Try looking through this thread to see if anything helps; there was a discussion about this recently. I'm rooting for you and your mom, hoping for the absolute best outcome. You have to stay strong, though I know you already know exactly how tough this road can be... sending you so much luck. Sometimes life really does work in miracles!!!

Brenda Richardson33 said:My dear dad has closed his eyes forever... he's gone...
For now, this is all I can manage to write because the pain tearing through me is just too overwhelming to put anything else into words... such an intense, indescribable ache...🙂 😢 😳

I went through the exact same thing five months ago. My dad fought that terrible disease for two years, but he couldn't beat it. It sounds like a cliché to say you'll get through this, but honestly, the pain doesn't just vanish—you just learn how to live with it. There will always be a void where he used to be, but try to fill it with happy memories and the good times you shared together. That really helped me find my way through.