I am 31 (today) and my mom is battling Stage 4 breast cancer (Triple Negative). She was diagnosed January 2017 with triple negative and did chemo and radiation, then had a mastectomy in July 2017 and since then we thought she was NED.
The Tuesday after Thanksgiving we brought my mom into the ER because she had lost weight and couldn't keep anything down and was always tired. We went in and her liver enzymes were elevated and they thought her gallbladder was giving her problems. After a Ct scan we discovered her cancer was back. She was admitted and they ran more tests. We found out her cancer had spread to her lungs, stomach, liver, bones, adrenal glands and brain. She stayed in the hospital 7 days and they started her chemo regiment.
So we went from thinking she was in remission to finding out she had relapsed and it was everywhere.
A month ago she fell walking to the bathroom and her cheek was the size of a softball. After taking her to the ER, she was admitted again because her blood pressure was dangerously low, she had pneumonia, a UTI and was Septic. The chemo stopped during her hospital stay. She's started chemo again (Gemzar and Carboplatin), but missed a cycle last Friday because her WBC count was too low. We go back next Friday. At this point we are just praying she responds. After a month, I was finally brave enough to ask the doctor when her last scan was done. She hasn't had one since August 2017. I broke down crying because I can't believe they wouldn't have done one since then. My sister in law and I went to all her initial appointments, and treatments and surgeries but after they told us she was NED, we trusted that they were doing everything necessary at her follow up appointments. They said her bloodwork was fine, along with her tumor marker and because she wasn't in any pain or hadn't noticed any drastic changes they didn't do any. They said they tell their patients scans aren't done regularly, without a reason. (I'm so upset about all of this...I can't even process it, because I feel like it could've been caught sooner, but at this point there's no going back in time)
My husband, two year old and I have basically moved into my moms home to take care of her. She needs help with everything. Getting up, walking to the bathroom, I cook and administer her meds, and bathe her. My heart breaks at how skinny and weak she's gotten. She looks miserable and it breaks my heart. Four months ago my mom looked happy and healthy. I feel like I'm grieving someone who is still here. I'm terrified because she's so weak. She sleeps most of the day unless I wake her to eat or take her medicine. I am so scared. I constantly check on her to make sure her chest is rising while she's asleep, because I'm so terrified that I'm going to walk in on her not breathing. The hard part is that my mom is so sick that she doesn't even realize the severity of her diagnosis. Although the doctors haven't given us an amount of time, we still worry about how much time is left. My brother is in the Air Force, so I'm pretty much on my own other than when my SIL can come stay a couple of days to help. I'm not even sure what I'm looking for...I guess just some support. I wish I knew how much time I had left with her. I wonder if she'd spend more time awake during the day if she knew that there is no cure to this awful disease. She will say things like "when I get better" and I just nod my head. It just breaks my heart to think that she may not ever be any better than she is right now. Watching someone you love suffer like this is terrible. I can’t imagine life without her, but I also hate seeing her suffer like this. I feel like my days with her are numbered.
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