It's been a terrible one and a half years for my wife and my in-laws. My father-in-law has been battling with cancer since Feb 2002. In the beginning, the prognosis was not good. Lung cancer which had spread to the brain.
It seemed at that time that the doctors had all but written him off. And it all seemed hopeless considering that he wasn't able to quit smoking either.
But he survived for a long 18 months - with ups and downs, one must admit - but still quite admirably. And he did this only with his will power - the famed mind over body bit. Every time he hit a down - he'd collapse with a seizure and have to be rushed to hospital - he was back up in a few days, seemingly stronger than before. Before each seizure he wasn't being able to sit up in bed; but here he was going out shopping and discussing his pet ideas with all comers.
And he defied all expectations.
After one trip to the hospital (for regular treatment), the doctor looking after him told my mother-in-law that it was incredible that he was still alive (this was a year after he was diagnosed).
Two days ago, he collapsed in the bathroom. This time, the doctors have said that it's just a matter of days. They've put him on morphine patches; and for the first time in the last two years he hasn't been able to pull himself out.
Somewhere though, the feelings are mixed. Everyone wants him to live; but no one wants to see him in pain.
It's too hard.
Cancer is such a terrible disease.
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