Hello everyone,
Normally, I wouldn't post something so personal happening inside my family. But it's rocked my world this past week. I took time off for my mental health. I cried all weekend. And unlike Facebook, I trust this community.
On November 5, my dad, who lives in Arkansas, came to see my doctor, who is a long covid specialist. Two years ago, I had long covid and it almost killed me. I withered away to 99 pounds, lost all muscle mass, felt more fatigued than ever, and experienced intense brain fog. My doctor saved my life. (He's one of the few specialists in the country treating long covid successfully.) When my father told me about his symptoms, I knew he had long covid too. My stepmother, who controls everything in their relationship, allowed me to help because she trusted my judgment.
The long covid diagnosis was confirmed. However, during that appointment, my doctor and I both saw a bright spot on the X-ray in the left lower lobe of my dad's lungs. In addition to having micro-blood clots in his lungs and throughout his body, my dad has lung cancer. When he returned home, it took several weeks to get a proper diagnosis as every scan came back inconclusive. The doctors even screwed up the first biopsy. My dad lives 90 minutes from decent medical practices and over two hours from a great cancer center at the University of Arkansas.
I'm not upset that my dad has lung cancer. I'm a realist. With his family history (his father and brother died of lung cancer), his history of smoking (he quit 25 years ago), his current COPD, and the bright spot on his lung, I expected that diagnosis. I'm devastated because my stepmother has shut me out completely. She doesn't even know the stage of the cancer. (I believe it's 2b from what little she told me.) I begged my father to get a second opinion. Begged.
He needs to see a specialist
+who sees his type of lung cancer every day (his current oncologist is a "generalist" who sees all types of cancers both solid tumor and blood-related)
+who understands the COPD complications (his current pulmonologist wasn't following standard screening guidelines and missed the tumor completely), and
+who believes his long covid diagnosis (many doctors think it's a hoax) and realizes any medication that can cause clots must not be given to him.
My dad refused to do it even though he knew I had the connections to get him a second opinion within two weeks. Even my doctor, who had only met him once, was prepared to arrange for a second opinion at UAB or the University of Arkansas. Both my doctor and I are well-connected in healthcare. Why wouldn't my dad and stepmother want our help?
My dad and stepmother have been married for 41 years. My relationship with her has been okay at the best of times and downright hostile at the worst of times.
Examples of good and bad
+She was kind to my sister Adrienne (who has a different father) and treated her like the granddaughter she never had.
+When I was 19, she tried to punch me in the face. My dad blocked her fist. He'll be the first person to say she has intense anger issues.
Anyway, my dad is starting chemo even though he stated numerous times he didn't want to do it. I know he's doing it to please her. I feel like in so many ways, I've already lost my father. And yesterday was his birthday; he turned 78.
Thank you for reading.
Love, Andrea
P.S. I'm not looking for advice. I cannot get around my stepmother. Trust me, I tried.