Dad managed to make it to the scheduled appointment on 4th January for his progress review. The appointment got off to a bad start with a misunderstanding as to the fact that we were meant to have arrived earlier for blood tests however, thanks to English naivety and the batting of our eyelids the medics took pity on us. He had blood taken and we were asked to wait a couple of hours for the lab to get the analysis done.
Surprisingly at this stage his sodium levels had kept themselves stable though he was still showing signs of dehydration. His kidneys were also not at full capacity though the Oncologist was happy with how Dad was in himself and the balance that had been found.
The Oncologist suggested an appointment be made for Dad to attend the hospital at Valencia on Tuesday 10th so that a specialist could look through his medical file to consider him for Immunotherapy treatment. Whilst this treatment is still in ‘clinical trial’ status for Dad’s advanced stage of cancer, it has at least been tested on other forms of lung cancer with some promising results.
Don’t get me wrong, at this stage of the game, Immunotherapy is very much a shot in the dark and it is unknown as to how it will impact Dad’s cancer. However, the Oncologist has said that if she were to pick which road to take; between either a third round of Chemo or Immunotherapy then she would recommend Immunotherapy without a doubt. This is mostly because she believes whilst a third round of Chemo is possible, it may actually cause more harm than good.
The thing with clinical trials is that whilst all protective measures are taken things can go wrong so, more than likely if he is considered, a disclaimer will need to be signed. Personally, my view on this is that it is worth the shot; nothing ventured, nothing gained. It also means he still has ‘hope’ to cling onto which is to be welcomed.
Things going wrong was made ever more the clearer with another unanticipated hospital visit yesterday! Dad had started to have a ‘fuzzy’ head and pains in his sides as well as diarrhoea. This time, rather than second guess and wait, we took him straight to hospital. Having waited a couple of hours and following numerous tests it was confirmed his sodium levels had fallen and that he would need to stay in for 24 hours.
They confirmed also that he is still showing signs of dehydration. The thing is he is NOT drinking the required amount of fluids. He claims he is but the evidence shows otherwise; he isn’t drinking and will do anything and everything to avoid drinking, including trying to fool those around him.
I once said I was proud of him and I am. However, one area where my patience is tested is in his attempts to subvert his fluid intake. He knows he will die if he doesn’t drink enough. We have tried the nice approach, nasty approach, informed approach, the medical approach, the sneaky in other food approach and none are working.
The best thing I can say is that his mind is still quite focused on going forward. He is, deep down, aware that his time is nearing an end however, he does also believe that a miracle cure will eradicate the cancer from his body. It’s this mindset that has kept him going, possibly in some respects more so than any fluid intake requirements.
Good news came today in that he was released from hospital. It has been confirmed that he will need sodium ‘top ups’ quite frequently as his levels are expected to constantly drop. He has also been informed that without drinking, he will suffer. Still he does not listen….
Spirits were boosted this week by a couple of family reunions.
Steven & Nicola visited on Monday and got to spend some quality time with Dad in his own environment. We visited the local town of Canals and had a nice few hours together. Dad especially liked being able to see Nicola, having not manged to see her when Steven and his two kids visited just before Christmas. More visits are planned.
On Wednesday night, Dad’s two sisters and niece all arrived to visit. They didn’t get to the house from the airport until 23:15 though. Dad had stayed up, especially to see them arrive at the house; normally he would be in bed by 22:00 so you could tell how excited he was about seeing them. I won’t go into too much detail about Thursday’s events, but I will say the day was brilliant and gave everyone the opportunity to enjoy each other’s company and build some lasting memories.
Dads’ presence in Spain does make it awkward for family and friends to see him, but I can assure you all, that he is happy here and content that this is where he wants to live out his days. It does mean that for some they won’t get to see Dad before his time comes, but it doesn’t mean that he isn’t thinking about you as much as you will be about him.
I would encourage family wanting/able to come and visit, to do so sooner rather than later. Regrets take seconds to form but can last a lifetime.