Dad and I (Deb) have been following the site but first time for posting. Thank you all for sharing.
I’ve been taking care of Dad since his diagnosis in 2011. We held steady with Lupron for the first two years or so, but since then, it’s been an aggressive battle. I don’t want to go back and second guess, but I do wonder if we had been agressive right from the start, if we’d have a different outcome.
Provence, Doxetel, Xtandi, many others in between, ending with Radium 223.
The side effects of all of these drugs, including prednisone, caused huge weight gains, until Radium 223. Now we’re struggling to keep weight on, with no appetite, even with thc.
The oppressive depression has been a long time battle and now it’s indescribable.
I find all of you men, and caregivers/spouses to be a great strength to us. Thank you for sharing your journeys and struggles with us.
When I look back, it feels like our oncologist just went down a check list in order of treatments to use until they stopped working, only to move down the list until the final option of Radium, which has left him with no feeling from the waist down and weakness and fatigue.
I have a friend who Lost her husband after only a year, but he was diagnosed late. I can’t help but wonder if not knowing would end with the same outcome, but without the fear and side effects of a losing battle with prolonging life only a few months. I’ll never know the answer to that question, but I do know “Jerry” was a lover of life and lived it fully when he didn’t know he was living with stage 4 prostate cancer, while my dad wasn’t able to enjoy life fully because of the debilitating effects of knowing, and battling the side effects of the drugs.
What say all of you? And what help and advice can you offer for this stage that we now find ourselves in.
We’re getting 1-2 blood transfusions per week to help combat the severe anemia. For this reason, we don’t qualify for help at home. For now, I’m ok taking care of his needs myself, but that time is rapidly fading. Soon, I’ll need help with bathing and be other things. His oncologist hasn’t checked in on him at all these last few months. I think she’s written him off, and has asked me to encourage him to discontinue transfusions. It’s not my call to make as a daughter. I can’t encourage something that will take him from this life, esp when he’s not suffering with pain. It’s more than what a daughter should be asked to do.
Happy Sunday to all of you and hope to hear something hopeful back. 🌸