Lung cancer is a bad one. Both my parents and a sister died of it. My parents died many years ago, and neither had treatments for it. Both my mother and father died approximately 3 months after being diagnosed.
My sister, the 2nd oldest, had stopped smoking five years prior to being diagnosed in Feb/Mar of 2010. She went through weeks of chemo and radiation treatments. 10 extra radiation treatments to the brain. Suffered radiation pneumonia in the fall of 2010. She felt good enough in Jan. and Feb. of 2011 to have her cataracts taken care of. The day she had the second eye done, she came home, passed out in the bathroom, and smashed her face to shit. Had 6 hours of surgery to repair it all. In May 2011, she was placed in palliative care in the hospital, and underwent more radiation treatments to her brain. On July 1st, she was placed in hospice care. I was with my sister when she passed at 12:30 a.m. on her 69th birthday, Sept. 2, 2011. I firmly believe she waited until she turned 69 to die, because she didn't want to die younger than our mother, who had also passed from lung cancer at the age of 69. My sister lasted far longer than I had thought she would, but her death was inevitable, barring a miracle.
Having watched what she had gone through, I wasn't sure I would ever want to go through any of that myself if I ended up getting cancer. I was the only one in my family that never smoked, and I'm the last one left. My father died at the age of 73 in 1978. My mother in 1990. My only brother died of a massive heart attack at 51. My last sister died from complications after a stroke at 74 in December 2015. I turned 73 this year. Do I feel like I'm living on borrowed time? Oh yeah!!
stay strong for your family...carry on their courage.....
My aunt went through lung cancer.
It went to her brain.
Fast.
My mom, her twin, was sentenced with alzheimers. Her heart shit the bed. We were thankful.