Megan Williams6 said:We finally got the biopsy done. We should have the results in the next few days, and then we’ll figure out our next move. Why am I bringing up sarcoma? Because the specialist at Nemetov wrote it down—she said the histopathology is consistent with leiomyosarcoma... Plus, the doctors over at the rib specialists were worried about the size of the tumor and suggested it might be a primary osteosarcoma, along with a uterine leiomyoma... Of course, I’d be overjoyed if it wasn't a sarcoma (to Mom, it seems to have been growing slowly for about six years, just to reach this stage now), but sarcomas grow incredibly fast... regardless, there is a mass there, and it's pressing on her nerves and muscles, causing her terrible pain lately. Previously, it was her right side where the tumor above the hip joint had wrapped around the iliac bone, but after four days of soaking in the pool about ten days ago, that stopped hurting, and now her left leg and left side have started aching... maybe that's because she spent all day on her feet using that walker, doing laundry, ironing, cooking, since it actually hurts less when she's moving than when she sits or lies down... I tell her repeatedly to just rest, but she constantly has to be doing something. Today, she could barely get out of bed to use the bathroom; apparently, she insisted on using some stupid "bath cover" that weighs about 100 kg once it fills with water... it drives me crazy. Or maybe it's the Tramal, which isn't even helping the pain anymore, and she can't eat because of it... When we were down in Miami recently, she wasn't taking the Tramal, just one Advil a day, and everything was fine... she ate like she hadn't seen food in a lifetime and everything seemed normal, but as soon as we got back to Indianapolis, things went south again... maybe it's because she isn't showering—the lack of water and sun... I installed a new showerhead and grab bars for her, but now there's that cover sitting in the tub that looks like it's drying, so tomorrow we'll put it out on the balcony to dry... she cares more about that cover than her own health—I don't give a damn about the cover or any of that, I just want her condition to improve, and we'll deal with the rest later... I don't know what comes next, we'll see. Honestly, I can't function without sedatives anymore because the fear is just overwhelming. Best to everyone.🙂
To you. It’s all just playing around. 😳The biggest issue in all of this isn't the sarcoma, nor the breast pain, nor even the combination of the heat, the ocean, and the braces—it’s not even the biopsy. The real problem is YOU. It’s how you are being to yourself, and more importantly, it’s the massive, unnecessary burden you are placing on your sick mother. On top of everything she’s already fighting, you're forcing her to deal with this extra weight while she's trying to manage her own pain. That is where the true problem lies.
It’s just your irrational fear of losing your mother.Nothing else matters—all that counts is that she lives forever, or at least as long as you’re still breathing. It shouldn't even matter if she wants a damn clean deck, or if she wants to scrub and wring everything out in her own tub with her own two hands, or iron whatever she pleases exactly when she feels like it. Your mother is truly an exceptional, selfless woman for putting up with all this from you. My late mother—and honestly, me too—would have kicked your ass straight to the hospital just to get your weight down and your blood pressure checked, and then sent you right back home to your wife and kids, because at the end of the day, they should be the ones who come first in your life.
Look, man, I get it. It’s great that you love her this much, and it's honestly admirable how much you value everything she’s done for you. But the way you're actually expressing it? That's completely unhealthy. To put it bluntly—and I'm not trying to be mean here—it's downright pathological.
In that regard, I am in complete agreement with analogbison13—and I mean that with nothing but good intentions.