My dad is dying. It's finally hit me, I think. This week, he was diagnosed with metastatic adenocarcinoma. I knew things were bad, and I knew his chances were not good, but the diagnosis finally made it clear that he is dying.
He had a 9.5 cm tumor straddling his spine that they've been treating with double doses of radiation this week. After this is done, they will start 6 months of chemo for the remainder of the tumor in his back and all the rest of the small tumors that are in his chest cavity. His back is severely broken (crumbling from several previous breaks/surgeries and years of osteoporosis, plus now the tumor that's been growing on it), and he has several broken ribs. His immune system is extremely weak from a lack of nutrition (his cancer story started 5 years ago with esophageal cancer, and despite being cancer free for 4.5 years, he's never eaten well since) and exhaustion caused by a lack of sleep from the pain. All that probably means he won't take the chemo well this time, and even if he does, all it's going to do is marginally prolong his life...he will never be cured.
My dad is never going to get to retire. He's never going to see and hold and play with my children. He's not going to get to grow old(er?) with my mom. We all had so many plans, and now they're just...gone.
It feels like I've been blindfolded and pushed off a building...I know I'll hit the ground sometime but I don't know when...all I know is it's going to hurt like hell. So I just wake up with this sense of dread everyday, wondering when I'll finally smack into the ground and wondering how bad I'll be destroyed. Will I fall apart? Will my mom or my sisters be broken? Will we even know how to get up and walk again?
It just makes me so mad. You know that scene in Steel Magnolias when the mom gets so mad after the funeral? I never realized how real that scene was until I started having these same breakdowns myself. I'm mad at God for making this happen, mad at the doctors for not being able to fix it, mad at my dad for leaving me, and mad at myself for...almost everything. Have I been selfish in waiting to have kids and therefore depriving my dad and myself and my kids all from that experience? Was I selfish to move out of the country for work late last year? Why did I get so annoyed with him last time I saw him? My husband's been getting a bit peeved at me lately, because I've been staying up late reading...I finally broke down and told him last night that I do it because if I don't, I just lie there thinking all these things over and over again, so I have to read until I fall asleep.
I do feel sad...really really sad...for all the times I know he won't be there.
But mostly, I'm just so mad.
My dad is dying.