Fuck Cancer

Towards the end of last year my nan was diagnosed with bowel cancer. She's quite elderly, so it wasn't much of a shock. They said it was Stage 3 cancer, but they operated, removed the cancer, put her on chemotherapy pills, and now she's in remission.

Great.

Cut to last week. After an X-ray, CT scan, biopsy and bronchoscopy, I go with my mum to a doctors appointment to discuss the results.

She has lung cancer.

The biopsy of the mass in the upper right lobe is cancerous. It has spread to other nodes in the left lobe. It has metastasised into a vertebrae, and also into one of her ribs which is what has been causing her pain.

Fuck. Cancer.

They're going to do another biopsy to determine what type of cancer it is (helping oncology determine best treatment), an MRI to determine exactly how far the cancer has spread, and an isotope bone scan to determine where to shine the radiation to help remove the pain.

There's no curing it, just treatment to slow it down and to help get rid of the pain.

Fuck.

I don't even know what to do.