Dear Friends,
I call you friends as your stories inspire me and have given me information, education, and a feeling that my family and I were not alone; feelings friends in our daily lives can’t always instill. My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer 7 years ago after not being able to urinate without pain, and keeping this fact a secret, for three years. He was a Marine and a German one at that - very private, proper and a little stubborn.
He made the decision to get the robotic surgery at the local hospital and not to tell my brother and me. We only found out 2 years ago when the Mets had spread through his spine, hips, shoulders and legs, and his PSA was over 200. He went through Toxetire (please pardon my spelling), Lupron, xtandi, and zytega. The last scan in December showed a significant tumor in his liver and the plan was to biopsy the tumor to see if he now had liver cancer or if it had originated from the prostate cancer. Quickly it was evident that it was liver cancer and my dad decided on his own to stop treatment. My dad passed on January 13 at home surrounded by his wife and children - it was his choice. We learned after he passed that he was in extreme pain daily and was living for his wife, children and grandchildren - he kept a journal. My dad was humble, integritous, generous with his heart and made any person he engaged with feel like the most important in the room. He never wanted to burden anyone with his suffering, not letting us take care of him and always thanking us for each and everything we did for him.
Once I found out about the cancer, it was too late. We switched him to Memorial Sloan Kettering and they were wonderful it was just that he stayed with the local doctors and under the radar in private, while he suffered, for too long up until the time we switched. I begged God to take my father in the last days as he did not want to be wearing pads, lying in bed all day, not having an appetite, not able to make it to the bathroom, etc. We talked about death and he wasn’t afraid. I was more afraid of facing life without him. I am having a hard time and if there are any daughters who have lost a father I welcome the conversation about how to process this grief. I began seeing a therapist as well.
Thank you all so much for sharing your lives and your challenges. Cancer patients are the most brave and honorable of people - none having asked for this yet facing it day to day with courage, dignity and hope.
-Susan