My husband is about 5'11' and down to 141 lbs. The cancer in his liver has not spread anywhere else, and his pancreas is still clean. His liver is hugely swollen from the cancer. He looks pregnant. Meanwhile, the rest of him looks like a concentration camp survivor. We were told in early Feb. he has a year-two years to live, but upon further discussion with the dr. it appears that he feels one year is most likely. I have to say, as much as I love my husband, my husband and I both are thankful. We don't know how either of us could bear watching his decline over two years. We are told some patients go downhill quickly and die in a matter of weeks, others go downhill achingly slowly over months and months. We hope for the former, not the latter.
My husband drags himself to work about four hours a day and is only awake for that and meals. I literally seem him awake an hour in the a.m. at breakfast and at dinner.
I suppose this will be my last post about my husband. I sure with this had a