My mother has just been diagnosed with TERMINAL LUNG CANCER.
The deterioration was sudden - all in the space of a week.
She had been visiting the doctor for chest pains and getting general treatments that were having no effect - e.g. antibiotics.
The doctor took blood tests. Red cell count was fine. White cell count slight high - which you would expect if her body was fighting and infection.
Whenever she complained to me of no satisfaction I would tell her to see the doctor again and put on more clothing as it's getting colder.
Finally the doctor booked her for an x-ray at the nearby hospital. At this stage she had a mild cough but was still able to walk, talk and carry out general duties. That sentence just brought back a vision of her trudging off to the shops with her trolley and returning with it laden and her expressing how tired she was getting these days - to me I was helping her keep fit and active.
However she went away with my sister for a week. The woman who returned was a sick person. She was coughing and weak. She had her x-ray. They found a small shadow in her chest x-ray and booked her for a bronchioscopy the following week. I was suprised they let her leave the hospital - she looked so week. She went off with my sister. But she got worse within 2 days and my sister returned her and we called an ambulance.
It's been just over a week. They've run all the tests - including CRT scan, bronchioscopy, blood tests, sample tests, xrays. She's had litres of fluid - rangeing from blood soak to yellow - draining from her one lung on a daily basis.
Today the doctor told my sister that my mum had TERMINAL LUNG CANCER. It is spreading from one lung to the other, has infecting the liver and surrounding parts. She has weeks/months to live.
At least she has lasted long enough to see grand children. J1, the eldest, cried (before he knew the diagnosis) when he left her bed side on his first visit. He's seen his other Nan and Great Nan suffer with Throat Cancer and Alzhiemers and respectively - they are still alive. Mum has outlived all her 4 sisters but not her elder brother. She's brought her children to a safe place, seen them educated and into work and raising grand children. She's seen her grandchildren become good humans who express love and affection to each other and to her.
The news of her imminent death did not phase her. She is more worried about the nature of the rest of her life. She does not want to suffer.
On the chessboard of the Gods - a Queen is about to die.
The deterioration was sudden - all in the space of a week.
She had been visiting the doctor for chest pains and getting general treatments that were having no effect - e.g. antibiotics.
The doctor took blood tests. Red cell count was fine. White cell count slight high - which you would expect if her body was fighting and infection.
Whenever she complained to me of no satisfaction I would tell her to see the doctor again and put on more clothing as it's getting colder.
Finally the doctor booked her for an x-ray at the nearby hospital. At this stage she had a mild cough but was still able to walk, talk and carry out general duties. That sentence just brought back a vision of her trudging off to the shops with her trolley and returning with it laden and her expressing how tired she was getting these days - to me I was helping her keep fit and active.
However she went away with my sister for a week. The woman who returned was a sick person. She was coughing and weak. She had her x-ray. They found a small shadow in her chest x-ray and booked her for a bronchioscopy the following week. I was suprised they let her leave the hospital - she looked so week. She went off with my sister. But she got worse within 2 days and my sister returned her and we called an ambulance.
It's been just over a week. They've run all the tests - including CRT scan, bronchioscopy, blood tests, sample tests, xrays. She's had litres of fluid - rangeing from blood soak to yellow - draining from her one lung on a daily basis.
Today the doctor told my sister that my mum had TERMINAL LUNG CANCER. It is spreading from one lung to the other, has infecting the liver and surrounding parts. She has weeks/months to live.
At least she has lasted long enough to see grand children. J1, the eldest, cried (before he knew the diagnosis) when he left her bed side on his first visit. He's seen his other Nan and Great Nan suffer with Throat Cancer and Alzhiemers and respectively - they are still alive. Mum has outlived all her 4 sisters but not her elder brother. She's brought her children to a safe place, seen them educated and into work and raising grand children. She's seen her grandchildren become good humans who express love and affection to each other and to her.
The news of her imminent death did not phase her. She is more worried about the nature of the rest of her life. She does not want to suffer.
On the chessboard of the Gods - a Queen is about to die.
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