I received word last night about a beloved family member - my step mother - last night when I returned home from training. She was diagnosed some time ago with small cell lung cancer; quite advanced. In operable, incurable. At the time, they gave between six months and a year. She lasted years.
Now, however, the cancer has spread too far, and her chemotherapy won't do anything for her but reduce the quality of life she has in the time she has left.
She has elected to die at home, and arrangements are being made to find her a palliative home-carer.
We all knew this would happen, but I'm still sad and angry about it all.
I only hope she doesn't suffer.
I'm also very worried for her husband, my dad, who can now do nothing but sit by and watch his wife die.
Fuck cancer. Fuck it right in it's horrid little ear.