Fuck Cancer
Fuck Cancer
I see nothing incorrect in that statement.
“Every record been destroyed or falsified, books rewritten, pictures repainted, statues, street building renamed, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day. History stops. Nothing exists except endless present in which the Party is right.”
Fuck Cancer
The painkillers + other meds were finally enough to keep her from being so delusional and aggravated, but it basically meant she was on a short course to death as she couldn't do much else.
My wife's mom passed away Tuesday. She was a kind, fierce, and loving woman who left too early.
It's not me, it's someone else.
Fuck Cancer
Condolences.
“Every record been destroyed or falsified, books rewritten, pictures repainted, statues, street building renamed, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day. History stops. Nothing exists except endless present in which the Party is right.”
Fuck Cancer
Cancer trial has unexpected results.
100% positive results...let's get this treatment rolled out ASAP. I guarantee 95% of cancer patients will sign up to be guinea pigs rather than accept death.
100% positive results...let's get this treatment rolled out ASAP. I guarantee 95% of cancer patients will sign up to be guinea pigs rather than accept death.
“Every record been destroyed or falsified, books rewritten, pictures repainted, statues, street building renamed, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day. History stops. Nothing exists except endless present in which the Party is right.”
Fuck Cancer
Long story short: We had some early successes with my mom, but cancer's a bitch, and came roaring back last July. At that point it was buying time with chemo, but we ran out of chemos. We're basically down to hospice.
Anyways, fuck cancer.
It's not me, it's someone else.
Fuck Cancer
Yeah, this weekend she went to the ER Friday night, and I did night duty both nights at the hospital. A bunch of tests, etc, all to basically say "The cancer has spread to her brain + her cerebral fluid," there's nothing left to do.
It's not me, it's someone else.
Fuck Cancer
Very, very sorry.
Don't hesitate to shout if you need to chat.
Don't hesitate to shout if you need to chat.
“Every record been destroyed or falsified, books rewritten, pictures repainted, statues, street building renamed, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day. History stops. Nothing exists except endless present in which the Party is right.”
Fuck Cancer
I'd like to say again, "Fuck cancer".
“Every record been destroyed or falsified, books rewritten, pictures repainted, statues, street building renamed, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day. History stops. Nothing exists except endless present in which the Party is right.”
Fuck Cancer
“Every record been destroyed or falsified, books rewritten, pictures repainted, statues, street building renamed, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day. History stops. Nothing exists except endless present in which the Party is right.”
Fuck Cancer
Sorry to hear. My MIL 1.5 years ago, my mom in hospice now, after battling for 2.5 years. Fuck it.
It's not me, it's someone else.
Fuck Cancer
4 weeks ago she went to the ER with pain and other issues. 2 agonizing nights in the hospital purgatory (not the ER, not the cancer ward). Steroids were very effective in reducing symptoms, she was nearly pain free, could talk (limitedly, sentences), and get to the bathroom on her own. 3 weeks ago discharged into home hospice. Slow decline until Tuesday/Wednesday. Increasing agitation, more pain, and couldn't swallow pills (including her steroids). I arrived Wednesday, we started morphine + Ativan every 4 hours. It wasn't enough for her pain, increased to every 2 hours (10mg of morphine) Thursday morning. Was finally enough for the pain, but she never woke up again. Passed away Friday afternoon.
From a rational point of view, I'm glad the medicines were able to give her and us comfort + peace. Irrationally, I feel like an angel of death since I was the one who started the morphine + was administering it most of the time. The internet hospice sites will tell you 1,000 times that morphine doesn't kill people, but they can't really drink or eat when they're basically passed out. But at that point she was already in so much pain, it didn't matter.
At any rate, hospice can be a full range of emotions. And fuck cancer.
It's not me, it's someone else.
Fuck Cancer
That fucking sucks. Sorry it was your turn.
And don't let it crush you... There was no good answer, and you were the one who stepped up and helped her along, for as long as she had left. The best anyone of us can ask is that someone gives enough of a shit to be there at the end.
And don't let it crush you... There was no good answer, and you were the one who stepped up and helped her along, for as long as she had left. The best anyone of us can ask is that someone gives enough of a shit to be there at the end.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
Fuck Cancer
Very, very sorry. Unfortunately, it's something we all do have to deal with at some point. That doesn't make it any easier though. Please do not hesitate to reach out if you need an ear to bend or something.
Know that she's still there with you. She's also in your kids and will be in their kids.
Know that she's still there with you. She's also in your kids and will be in their kids.
“Every record been destroyed or falsified, books rewritten, pictures repainted, statues, street building renamed, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day. History stops. Nothing exists except endless present in which the Party is right.”