My husband was not the stoic and brave cancer patient.
He was afraid. He was sometimes mean. He complained a LOT!
He called me the food Nazi ( lol) because I did all I could to keep his weight up. I was successful and his doctors
complimented me. He only lost 18 lbs.
In public he acted brave, but it was a front.

We have had wonderful news though. The radiation and chemo did the job apparently.
Last week the doctor scheduled his next appointment for August.

my wife is almost 2 years out in remission of cholangiocarcinoma.

It's been rough.

But to have this insidious disease and live through it takes a lot of fortitude.

I don't think I could be that strong


I don't know all the people on this board or their names, I just hope that whatever position they are now in that it's good for them.

Sometimes, I think that in some ways, it's easier to be the patient than the one who takes care of them.I don't think I could ever do as good a job as my husband has done over this past year. He's kept the house livable, never complained about frozen dinners/quickie meals, did the marketing when necessary, drove me to all appointments, took over care of our cat Missy (the litter box is a no-no for a chemo patient), and always had something encouraging or silly to say when I needed it. At times I talked endlessly about what I was feeling and he never told me, "Enough already!"

I'm still getting Herceptin treatments and they have their own unpleasant side effects...but I can see the end of treatment coming soon and it cannot come soon enough for me.