Scott Davis32, please accept my deepest condolences—hang in there during these tough times 😢 😢 😢
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Robin Diaz4, please accept my sincere condolences. I am so incredibly sorry 🙂
This past Sunday, my dear, beloved mother passed away at just 49 years old after battling colon cancer.
I was right there by her side until her very last breath—holding her hand and whispering in her ear that it was okay to let go, that she could just sleep and drift away. She held on for a few more minutes before falling into an eternal sleep.
It’s hard to wrap my head around—just a day before, she was still able to make it up the stairs, and then, less than 24 hours later, she was gone.
The last three months were absolute hell. We fought through the pain, but even the patches weren't doing anything. She was taking painkillers like they were candy, but nothing worked. It meant endless sleepless nights, the sound of her moaning in pain, and this overwhelming sense of helplessness and fear for everyone in the house. Honestly, watching someone you love suffer when you're powerless to stop it? It’s a gut-wrenching feeling. Truly awful.
My mom is in a better place now—no more pain, no more suffering. I miss her terribly; this void in my heart isn't something that ever really goes away. I just hope she’s looking down on us from somewhere peaceful.
She was the kind of woman who lived to help everyone else—always putting others ahead of herself. But the kicker? When she got sick, all those people she had helped just... vanished. Life can be so incredibly cruel sometimes. It makes it really hard to believe in fairness or basic decency.
Mom, I love you so much, and I'll carry you in my heart forever. My biggest heartbreak is that she didn't get to see her dream of becoming a grandmother come true. 😢
Thanks to everyone here for the kind words over these last few days. Please, look after your loved ones who are struggling—and stay healthy, because this disease is brutal and, unfortunately, it's everywhere. Hang in there. 🙂
I was right there by her side until her very last breath—holding her hand and whispering in her ear that it was okay to let go, that she could just sleep and drift away. She held on for a few more minutes before falling into an eternal sleep.
It’s hard to wrap my head around—just a day before, she was still able to make it up the stairs, and then, less than 24 hours later, she was gone.
The last three months were absolute hell. We fought through the pain, but even the patches weren't doing anything. She was taking painkillers like they were candy, but nothing worked. It meant endless sleepless nights, the sound of her moaning in pain, and this overwhelming sense of helplessness and fear for everyone in the house. Honestly, watching someone you love suffer when you're powerless to stop it? It’s a gut-wrenching feeling. Truly awful.
My mom is in a better place now—no more pain, no more suffering. I miss her terribly; this void in my heart isn't something that ever really goes away. I just hope she’s looking down on us from somewhere peaceful.
She was the kind of woman who lived to help everyone else—always putting others ahead of herself. But the kicker? When she got sick, all those people she had helped just... vanished. Life can be so incredibly cruel sometimes. It makes it really hard to believe in fairness or basic decency.
Mom, I love you so much, and I'll carry you in my heart forever. My biggest heartbreak is that she didn't get to see her dream of becoming a grandmother come true. 😢
Thanks to everyone here for the kind words over these last few days. Please, look after your loved ones who are struggling—and stay healthy, because this disease is brutal and, unfortunately, it's everywhere. Hang in there. 🙂
@Terry Lopez18, I am so incredibly sorry for your loss. I know exactly what kind of hell you’ve been through—you’re such a strong, brave person for sticking by your dad's side from the very start until the very end. It really helps to know he wasn't in any pain. He’s at peace now, and honestly, he'll always be your guardian angel. 🙂
She’s got swelling all over her body and around her leg joints—even the slightest touch seems to hurt her. On top of that, she’s been dealing with constant diarrhea for the last few days, which is pretty weird since she barely touches her food. We’ve been giving her some Seldar capsules to help. Not too long ago, she was struggling with constipation for an entire week and seemed to be in constant abdominal pain. Is it possible that all that old stuff is just finally working its way out now?
Angela Wright said:Look for an oncologist who can get her back on her previous treatment line—since she actually responded to it before. I’m guessing the unnamed happened while she was on unnamed.
What bothers me most about this whole situation is that they didn't surgically remove that 3mm metastasis.
Unfortunately, when dealing with metastatic disease, it’s what I mentioned recently—it’s all about squeezing out more quality time. You aren't really looking for remission anymore. Treatment at this stage feels a bit like Russian roulette—just shots fired into the fog.
Definitely seek a second opinion. You might want to reach out to a private specialist like Dr. unnamed.
Regarding the pain, get her into a palliative care clinic so the anesthesiologists can fine-tune a specific medication cocktail to manage it—and they can teach you how to adjust the dosage as needed.
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Thanks for getting back to me so fast. Honestly, I'm terrified that suggesting chemo now would be too late—she's so frail that aggressive treatment might just take her out right then and there. I forgot to mention that she’s started losing touch with reality lately. She’s talking nonsense and claiming people visited her that we haven't seen in years.
She’s even accusing us of hiding her pain meds, even though they're sitting right next to her—I won't list everything, but you get the idea. My gut tells me the cancer has spread to her brain. 😢
Right now, our only goal is to manage her pain and make things as comfortable as possible for her.
Hey everyone—wishing you all strength in your own battles against this nasty, relentless disease.
Fourteen months ago, my mom was diagnosed with colon cancer that had already spread to her liver. After she cleared the initial colon surgery, she had to go under for a liver procedure too. At that point, there were three small metastases left on the liver.
She went through eight rounds of chemo. By the third round, two of those spots had vanished, leaving just one stubborn 3mm spot. Mom was so proud—she was brave, hopeful, and really fighting. After the eighth round, that last little thing shrank down to 2mm.
Her appetite came back, her immune system bounced back, and she actually gained 7 lbs—everything seemed to be looking up. Then, her oncologist switched her over to oral chemo—pills, basically. She called them "maintenance pills."
That’s when everything just fell apart.
Two doses into the pill regimen, and she started dealing with horrific pain in her gut and around her liver. The weight loss and loss of appetite followed immediately. It's been three months since then. Now, she’s bedridden, barely able to manage two or three spoonfuls of soup a day, just enduring constant, agonizing pain. Right now, she's on 75mg patches along with Sevredol and Zotramid. My dad and I are absolutely devastated—it’s heartbreaking to watch. She’s dropped 15 lbs in three months. For the last ninety days, she’s lucky if she gets an hour of sleep a night; the rest of the time, she’s just crying out from the pain.
We managed to get her to a CT scan last week. The results were grim—massive progression. The cancer has spread almost everywhere. Yesterday, my dad and I met with the surgeon who handled her liver surgery.
He told us straight up: there’s nothing more they can do. He just squeezed our hands and told us she likely has about a month left. 😢
If you ask me, those damn maintenance pills are to blame. 500mg, four times a day. They completely wrecked her immune system and fueled the fire. Even the oncologists were baffled by how fast she crashed—they even asked *us* if she was taking the right pills. As if she’s too stupid to know what she's swallowing! She took exactly what those doctors prescribed. And after all that, now they're suggesting we send her to the Mayo Clinic just to check if she's having an allergic reaction to the meds. Honestly, I'm just so incredibly angry at the whole situation.
Is it actually possible for those types of pills to cause such a sudden, violent decline? Did the doctors miss the mark with her treatment?
Does anyone have experience with managing pain when even the patches aren't cutting it anymore? I know there are 100mg patches available, but I doubt that will make much of a difference.
How do people even access liquid morphine?
Sorry if this is heavy, but I just needed to get this off my chest. 😢
Good luck to everyone else out there fighting. Hang in there.
Fourteen months ago, my mom was diagnosed with colon cancer that had already spread to her liver. After she cleared the initial colon surgery, she had to go under for a liver procedure too. At that point, there were three small metastases left on the liver.
She went through eight rounds of chemo. By the third round, two of those spots had vanished, leaving just one stubborn 3mm spot. Mom was so proud—she was brave, hopeful, and really fighting. After the eighth round, that last little thing shrank down to 2mm.
Her appetite came back, her immune system bounced back, and she actually gained 7 lbs—everything seemed to be looking up. Then, her oncologist switched her over to oral chemo—pills, basically. She called them "maintenance pills."
That’s when everything just fell apart.
Two doses into the pill regimen, and she started dealing with horrific pain in her gut and around her liver. The weight loss and loss of appetite followed immediately. It's been three months since then. Now, she’s bedridden, barely able to manage two or three spoonfuls of soup a day, just enduring constant, agonizing pain. Right now, she's on 75mg patches along with Sevredol and Zotramid. My dad and I are absolutely devastated—it’s heartbreaking to watch. She’s dropped 15 lbs in three months. For the last ninety days, she’s lucky if she gets an hour of sleep a night; the rest of the time, she’s just crying out from the pain.
We managed to get her to a CT scan last week. The results were grim—massive progression. The cancer has spread almost everywhere. Yesterday, my dad and I met with the surgeon who handled her liver surgery.
He told us straight up: there’s nothing more they can do. He just squeezed our hands and told us she likely has about a month left. 😢
If you ask me, those damn maintenance pills are to blame. 500mg, four times a day. They completely wrecked her immune system and fueled the fire. Even the oncologists were baffled by how fast she crashed—they even asked *us* if she was taking the right pills. As if she’s too stupid to know what she's swallowing! She took exactly what those doctors prescribed. And after all that, now they're suggesting we send her to the Mayo Clinic just to check if she's having an allergic reaction to the meds. Honestly, I'm just so incredibly angry at the whole situation.
Is it actually possible for those types of pills to cause such a sudden, violent decline? Did the doctors miss the mark with her treatment?
Does anyone have experience with managing pain when even the patches aren't cutting it anymore? I know there are 100mg patches available, but I doubt that will make much of a difference.
How do people even access liquid morphine?
Sorry if this is heavy, but I just needed to get this off my chest. 😢
Good luck to everyone else out there fighting. Hang in there.