A widower groping his way

Yesterday, I met the doctor for my wife's pneumonia. He said that he  had no idea what the kind of pneumonia was. X-ray result did not get better nor worse. Medicine he gave to my wife simply did not work. This means I have no cure for her pneumonia. At first, doctors at the hospital could not find what the cause of the disease was. Biopsy and other painful tests showed that it was not tuberculosis nor cancer transmitted from the brain cancer. But they simply did not know what it was. The final conjecture they made was pneumonia from the use of anti-cancer medicine, Temodar. And they prescribed drugs based on the assumption. Now, they are not even sure about that. My wife coughs all night long, barely sleeps and is exhausted during the day. When I had her get the brain surgery and subsequent radioactive and chemotherapy, I thought all I had to fight was brain cancer. Now I realize I was wrong. Western medicine feels like modern warfare. You pour shells and missiles to an ...

I keep listening to this song these days. Even my sons are singing it because they see me listening to the tune every night. After my wife's not very successful brain surgery that failed to remove the tumor but only served as biopsy, my wife was hospitalized for two weeks for recovery. Every night, I slept beside her. On a rainy night, while smoking a cigarette on a bench right in front of the hospital building, I remembered this song and sang it. The lyric just seemed to be written to describe my situation. Raindrops keep fallin' on my head And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed Nothin' seems to fit Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin' So I just did me some talkin' to the sun And I said I didn't like the way he got things done Sleepin' on the job Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin' But there's one thing I know The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me It won't be long ...

Isnt't this pathetic? After spending 43 years on this planet, I have no friend to have a drink after visiting my sick wife with pneumonia at the hospital. Among the few friends that I have, nobody has time to spend together with me. They are all busy with their normal life. I am alone at this cafe with my notebook and a bottle of beer in front of me. From an objective viewpoint, I may be one the unluckiest human beings in the world. For the last four years, I had four surgeries - two for saliva stone and two for clavicle fracture. When I finally removed stitch from the last surgery, I found that my wife had one of the worst brain tumors the very next day. That is three months ago. After that, my life has been a free fall without interruption. Anti-cancer drugs brought paralysis of right limbs, diabetes, and pneumonia to my wife. She is now in a critical condition of pneumonia with her life in danger. I said goodnight to my wife and now drinking beer in a pub. My wife's diseas...

came to ER yesterday afternoon right after the doctor at radiotherapy told us that pneumonia came back. The oncologist told me that the cause of the pneumonia seemed to be Temodar - anticancer pill- though they are not 100 percent sure. By the way, the probability for Temodar to cause pneumonia is 1 in 5,000 patients. I am not even surprised anymore by my crappy bad luck. Chemotherapy gives me nothing but disappointment and despair. A site I read today says eating Temodar only adds 2.5 months to the life expectancy of cancer patients. What a pathetic figure. Moreover, that 2.5 months will be wasted on treatment of other diseases due to the deterioration of immunity caused by Temodar which not only kills cancer cells but also while blood cells. I am seriously considering putting a definite end to chemotherapy once my wife gets out of this pneumonia. I want to give her LIFE back not a shadow of life barely managed by doctors who are only interested in using patients as their cases not a ...

Wife was hospitalized again for a pulmonary disease that doctors here cannot identify in spite of several tests. She will go through tissue test tomorrow evening. Ironically, she is getting worse than before coming to the hospital due to unsucessful tests. Not knowing how long she has to live as MRI is on September 11, I really want to avoid tests for her. But doctors fail to make life easier for me and my wife. Staying in the hospital from this Tuesday, I read Dawkin's God Delusion. The message of the book is gloomy but truthful. There is no God in the heaven that will hear a prayer made by one person in this planet among the vast universe. I only believe in chance. Prayers, tears, crying out loud to the sky will not save my wife. Only probability, chance, and factors beyond my understanding will make a miracle. In a word, a great lottery of life will save her. I pray to the God of chance.

When I found out my wife had a brain cancer, I never thought that I would ever listen to classical music or do other things that gave me pleasure. Two months have passed. And now I am listening to Bach's cantata. I know that the disease still lurks in my wife's head and that I may not have a long time to spend with my wife. But the ordinary has bigger power than the disease. I feel sometimes as if nothing serious happened with my life. Of course, that is just a feeling not reality. Anyway, Bach is good to my ears and soothes my soul.

What I realize every single day since my wife fell ill is that a disease not only kills the patient alone but the whole family members and relations among them on a mental level. My wife who used to be mild and easy-going is not like that anymore. She is easily irritated about small things and throw unkind remarks to me more often than before. It hurts me and makes me mad, but I know that she cannot help it. It's the disease inside her, not her own self. My kids cannot have dinner with me and my wife anymore as I have to take her every weekday night to the hospital for radioactive therapy. A kind neighbor takes care of my kid for dinner. A decent dinner where me and my wife used to have with kids seems like a history. Relationship among parents and children is also being slowly damaged. As I am tired almost all the time, I get mad towards kids for small disobedience that I used to neglect before my wife got ill. Also my wife does the same. Kids are getting perplexed about change...