FrenchieBoy
Well-Known Member
This is not an easy thread for me as there are tears in my eyes as I write it. Please believe me when I say that I am not writing this for sympathy, in fact at the moment I don't even know ands haven't even got a clue what exactly I want. Right now I am just trying to get my head round it.
I had three brothers, one younger than me and two older than me.
Back in 2014 my older brother (Who I am quite close to) was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had his left lung removed and made a fairly good recovery but had a stroke a short while ago which he seemed to recover from fairly well.
Then two years ago I lost my younger brother after a long and drawn out battle with Bowel Cancer.
Then last year I lost my oldest brother who lived in Australia and survived getting shot while on active service in Vietnam to lung cancer. He was making a good recovery from his lung cancer till he went to bed one night (just a couple of months after loosing his wife) and never woke up again. As he was in Australia I could not attend his funeral and had to watch it on a video link which really upset me as I could not and never have had a chance to say a proper good bye to him.
Now I have had a phone call this afternoon from my older brother, (the only surviving brother that had a lung removed) to tell me that he now has cancer in his right lung and it is terminal. He has been having chemo-therapy but it is not doing any real good except for extending the suffering for him, his wife and his family. He told me that they have told him roughly how much time he has left but he refused to tell me. All he said is that he has made his funeral arrangements and told the cancer team that whatever happens he wants DNR. Judging by the way he sounded while he was talking to me he was really really fighting to breath this afternoon so it sounds more like a case of months rather than years. One of his sons has flown over from Australia to be with him and his mother. His other son lives just across the road from him so he is with my brother every day.
I don't really know what I feel at the moment, just that I feel at the moment and don't know what the hell to do. I should also say that I also feel so very very guilty because I had not put the effort in to phoning my brother for the last two months.
I am so tempted to crack open and kill a bottle of scotch right now but I know that is not going to do any good at all and it will not help or change the situation.
Sorry guys but I just needed to get it off my chest and as I will be the only male left in the family and I now am left wondering if this bloody evil disease is something that runs through the male side of our family and if so then when my number might be called.
Edit: I should have added that we nearly lost my younger sister to Lymphnode Lukemia (sp) last Christmas. She is in recovery but still not "firing on all cylinders"!
I had three brothers, one younger than me and two older than me.
Back in 2014 my older brother (Who I am quite close to) was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had his left lung removed and made a fairly good recovery but had a stroke a short while ago which he seemed to recover from fairly well.
Then two years ago I lost my younger brother after a long and drawn out battle with Bowel Cancer.
Then last year I lost my oldest brother who lived in Australia and survived getting shot while on active service in Vietnam to lung cancer. He was making a good recovery from his lung cancer till he went to bed one night (just a couple of months after loosing his wife) and never woke up again. As he was in Australia I could not attend his funeral and had to watch it on a video link which really upset me as I could not and never have had a chance to say a proper good bye to him.
Now I have had a phone call this afternoon from my older brother, (the only surviving brother that had a lung removed) to tell me that he now has cancer in his right lung and it is terminal. He has been having chemo-therapy but it is not doing any real good except for extending the suffering for him, his wife and his family. He told me that they have told him roughly how much time he has left but he refused to tell me. All he said is that he has made his funeral arrangements and told the cancer team that whatever happens he wants DNR. Judging by the way he sounded while he was talking to me he was really really fighting to breath this afternoon so it sounds more like a case of months rather than years. One of his sons has flown over from Australia to be with him and his mother. His other son lives just across the road from him so he is with my brother every day.
I don't really know what I feel at the moment, just that I feel at the moment and don't know what the hell to do. I should also say that I also feel so very very guilty because I had not put the effort in to phoning my brother for the last two months.
I am so tempted to crack open and kill a bottle of scotch right now but I know that is not going to do any good at all and it will not help or change the situation.
Sorry guys but I just needed to get it off my chest and as I will be the only male left in the family and I now am left wondering if this bloody evil disease is something that runs through the male side of our family and if so then when my number might be called.
Edit: I should have added that we nearly lost my younger sister to Lymphnode Lukemia (sp) last Christmas. She is in recovery but still not "firing on all cylinders"!
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