It's already 4 weeks since the malignant tumor was discovered inside my husband's liver and lungs, and still, we couldn't start treatment.
I'm screaming out for help from doctors: they all look at us with this 'I'm sorry' look that leaves nothing but a miserable lump in the throat and my husband in pain.
Even his close family members look at this as a brief life that is about to end ... but me and my husband look at it differently: it's a phase that will go away - or at least we try and look at it like that.
With doctors and hospitals and knowledge websites giving only bad news, I'm looking here for some hope: 2% chance isn't very small, and he's only 44 and quite athletic! We're now looking for a brave doctor willing to take that 2% chance and start Chemo and we take it from there.
I looked for survivors and thank God found some great hope here. But as soon as the pain hits, I lose all that faith and darkness looms.
Where do you get your strength from? How do you cope? What should I do to keep myself and my husband from falling prey to helplessness and hopelessness?
One trick is to stop reading too much and looking too much at statistics: ok, done that and promised myself never to go that route again.
Any other advise?