OK, Next Adventure

Mum has finished her chemo treatment (for now) and went through another thorough test cycle. Good news: It looks like there are no mets in her hip (there are lesions and they don’t know if there were mets and they’re gone or if they come fromsomething else) and what they thought were mets on her liver weren’t. Great news! Tumour 1 in her lung has shrunk by 3/4 and the second one is smaller too. Best news we could have hoped for really. Now she’s about to start her radiation treatment. Doctor says they’re zapping her 25 over the next months.

Does anyone know about side effects and if there’s anything I can do to make her more comfortable?

OK, Next Adventure

The Faces of Lung Cancer 8

On February 25th it would have been George’s 75th birthday.
George was always my favourite Beatle and he’s written some of my favourite fab four songs. Sadly, he didn’t get to celebrate this day because he’s succumbed to Lung Cancer in 2001.

He and the beatles were the soundtrack to some of my favourite memories, like that time Dad and I were driving back from my nan’s singing along to this:

 

The Faces of Lung Cancer 8

What does it matter…right?

Once again I’m back from a trip to the homeland, one of my monthly visits that now have become a routine. Over the last few month, my bag packing and security clearing skills have gone through the roof!

 

Anyhow. Dad picked me up and as we made our way to Mum’s flat, he’s told me what happened at the latest doctor’s visit.

 

She is ready to start radiation treatment, which is good. In preparation, they will do another full set of scans to make sure they know about everything.

The doctor also had a look at her hospital records and, frankly, was appalled. They gave her too many sleeping pills in too high a dosage and didn’t mention that they are addictive. She took her off them and switched her to antidepressants which apparently work just as well without the addictive factor.The over dosage came from them prescribing sleeping pills the first time she was hospitalised, and then again on the second time, never removing the original prescription.

They also claimed she had a good reaction to the chemo when she is clearly suffering from strong side effects.

This leads to two conclusions: either the hospital is incapable of providing a decent level of care or they don’t give a fuck because she’s in an advanced stage of Lung Cancer.

Either way I’m not happy with this and hope Dad can convince her to switch hospitals.

 

 

What does it matter…right?

trying not to be angry

When you have a family member with late stage cancer, nerves can wear pretty thin.

 

Every time the phone rings you think it may be about them. Every time it doesn’t ring you think something happened.

 

And when your family member has stage 4 lung cancer after decades of smoking multiple packs of cigarettes, well: It’s really hard not to be mad at them or play the blame game.

And most of the time, I’m pretty good at this. The other day though I said something I regret. And I’m sorry about this. But here’s what happened:

 

I was on skype with mum and dad. They were talking about all the stuff he eats and dad said he ad to go and buy some supplies.

 

Talk came to potatoes and mum explained she wouldn’t buy the super market ones because they’re sprayed with some stuff that could give you cancer and that she’s always paying attention to this sort of thing.

 

I replied that coming from someone who smoked 2 packs a day for over 40 years, that was a bit rich.

 

Look, I know I’m in the wrong. But I’m also hurt that she pretends like giving a fuck where your potatoes come from when she didn’t give a fuck about her smoking and what impact this had.

 

She told me she was upset with me, that she, after all, has to live with the consequences of the mistakes she made.

 

But it isn’t just her, is it? We all have to deal with the consequences of this, we all have our lives on hold for the foreseeable future and we all suffer from her cancer, even if we don’t have it.

 

I just wish sometimes she had cared about the bloody smoking as much as she did about these potatoes.

trying not to be angry

eating and other difficulties

Mum came back from the doctor the other day. The fungos in her esophagus is back which means she has a hard time getting any food down. This is very serious as she also doesn’t eat much in the time after the chemo. The kilo she gained before the last one is already gone and this means she may be back in hospital sooner than anticipated. She is getting anti fungal meds so hopefully this will go back again but obviously it’s not great.

We’re making her eat highly calorific foods as much as possible, but any advice on what else we can do would be much appreciated.

eating and other difficulties