When my father was first diagnosed and went through chemo, I was there with him. For the first couple of days, he was saying how good he felt and that it was nothing, but then he got really sick. So sick in fact, he didn't want me around and made me leave. He was staying at cancer patient residence though, so he wasn't totally alone. Everyone is different though.
Just don't give up hope. I don't know about the lymph node issue, but I can say that my father was given a "year, or maybe 2", and ended up living another 15 years before he came out of remission and had rapid deterioration this past spring. When he was told he didn't have long, he almost didn't bother with treatment and surgery, but I am glad that he did. I had to really talk him into it.
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"A pessimist thinks things can't get any worse. An optimist knows they can."
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