Posts by slyrider11

My mother passed away five days ago... the doctors were right about everything.
It’s a small comfort knowing she didn't have to suffer through intense pain.
I want to thank everyone for the kind words of support. Unfortunately, her cancer had progressed too far; even though she was a fighter her entire life, she just didn't get the chance to fight this one.
To everyone currently in the ring: I wish you all the luck and strength in the world. Fight this monster—do it for yourselves, for your loved ones, and for those who weren't given a fighting chance.

Thanks everyone for the kind words and support.
Mom should be heading home this Monday or Tuesday, and I’m really hoping she can recover comfortably at home (as much as possible).
She isn't dealing with intense pain right now, which is a huge relief, and I'm praying it stays that way. My biggest concern is her—not just for her sake, but for her grandkids, who are so incredibly attached to her. This would be absolutely devastating for them.
If anyone here has dealt with this specific type of cancer before, I would truly appreciate hearing about your experience with treatment or anything else you might share.
My apologies if someone has already posted about this and I somehow missed it.

Hello everyone.
I’m glad I stumbled upon this community because I’ve been taking hit after hit for weeks now, and I’m running out of hope.
My mother has been diagnosed with end-stage stomach cancer. The tumor isn't just palpable; it's visibly large. They attempted a bypass surgery so she could at least eat and drink a little, but the procedure was a failure because the condition was even worse than they anticipated. Her entire abdominal cavity is affected; the tumor has metastasized aggressively and is invasive—it's a much worse, more penetrative type than some fungal growths, if you know what I mean.
The prognosis is grim. They say it's stage four and there isn't much time left. People who know her working at the hospital are familiar with the situation, and they tell me my best prayer is simply that she doesn't suffer too long. That's really all I can do, because we arrived far too late.
She knows. She is fully aware of everything, and it's impossible to lie to her for long. She hasn't fully accepted it yet, and neither have I, nor anyone else.
I sought a second opinion, but the specialists at the medical institute told me there’s nothing more they can do. At the time, I was still hoping they could perform a total resection, but according to the scans, it has progressed way too far.
I had actually come to terms with the bypass option. I was hoping—and so was she—that once she regained some strength from chemotherapy, we might get a few more years out of this. Then came the shock. It’s just not possible. Her stomach is like concrete; everything is compromised. There isn't a millimeter of space left, and there is no hope other than palliative care. It's horrific.
She’s in the hospital, extremely weak because she hasn't eaten anything for months, and lately, she vomits immediately after drinking anything. She's faced dangerous dehydration several times and is constantly thirsty.
She will likely be coming home soon. I honestly don't know if I have the strength to feed her—or myself—any more false hope, because this time, there is no foundation for it. She’s just too young...

We all share some of the blame here. I don’t think either extreme works, because let’s face it, modern parenting techniques just don't click with certain kids.
I have two sons. My youngest is easy; he actually listens when you talk to him or offer criticism. The most "strict" I ever get with him is raising my voice, and even then, it's only happened a handful of times.
My older son, however, is a different story. He's a nightmare. Nothing works—not talking, not punishments, not critiques... absolutely nothing.
He spent several sessions with the school counselor, both alone and with me. To him, the whole thing was a joke; he’d sit there mocking the counselor right to her face.
Then came the child psychologists, the testing, and all the expert advice on how to handle him. He just laughed at all of it.
Finally, one day after yet another frantic call from the school, I just snapped. I told my husband I couldn't take it anymore. He retreated to the boy's room and delivered two solid slaps—one for the kid and one for me.
To make a long story short, once the word got out that if there’s trouble at school, Dad is coming in to have a "serious talk," the calls from the principal stopped drying up, and he finally settled down.
The school counselor caught me in the hallway and said, all proud of herself, "See? We told you we could fix this!" I just gave her a cold look and told her it wasn't the counselors who did it, it was Dad's hand.
She didn't say a word; she just walked right past me.