My Dad’s health has had arthritis for years and it’s been getting worse. It is, all love to him, partly his fault because the doctor has offered solutions that he’s just not taken up. He’s been avoiding back surgery for at least 5 years. It’s gotten beyond that now. It’s fused vertebra in his back and he’s struggling to walk.
This past week, on seeing the doctor for further medication, he was given a prostate exam and they’ve found he has cancer. It’s early-stage, which is good news, but it also requires treatment that, because this is my Dad, is less good news. I’m hoping he can accept that he needs help.
My older sister is already receiving radiotherapy for a pre-cancerous lump in her breast. And now my other sister has found a lump under her eye which has also been diagnosed as cancer.
My Mum and Dad are retired, so while hospital treatment is thankfully free, all the additional expenses – walker, wheelchair and stair lift – have come out of their pocket. My other sister lives with them, which means that, depending on how severe her treatment will need to be, Mum will be carer for them both and she’s in her eighties.
Honestly, you could not make this shit up. And to top it all off, I’ve caught the nasty sore throat that’s going around, so I feel awful physically as well as mentally. I want to curl up in a corner and eat chocolate, but I also want to lose weight so I’m fitter. It’s a mental fight, and I’m not sure I’ve the strength for it.
One day at a time, I guess. One meal at a time if necessary. Props would be very greatly received.
Hi, I’m Misa, and I blog about geek living, mental health, and being the wife of a stroke survivor.