Hey everyone, I could really use some advice here.
My mom is battling breast cancer that has already spread to her bones—she’s been practically bedridden since the diagnosis. We’ve reached that final stage now. She spends most of her time sleeping, talking to loved ones who have passed away, and she gets frustrated quite often. Honestly, even just trying to get her to take a single painkiller has become an uphill battle. Yesterday, while the palliative care team was visiting, my dad was there alone with her. They actually told him they could teach him how to administer her IV drip ourselves—as if it were no big deal! I was absolutely floored. My dad is 70 years old, and the stress of all this has actually made him sick. Is this even normal? To make matters worse, her doctor is the type who just shrugs and says "I don't know" to every question. We all feel so lost—we don't even know what our rights are at this point. Even the home health nurse who visits five times a week is terrified to touch the IV...
My mom is battling breast cancer that has already spread to her bones—she’s been practically bedridden since the diagnosis. We’ve reached that final stage now. She spends most of her time sleeping, talking to loved ones who have passed away, and she gets frustrated quite often. Honestly, even just trying to get her to take a single painkiller has become an uphill battle. Yesterday, while the palliative care team was visiting, my dad was there alone with her. They actually told him they could teach him how to administer her IV drip ourselves—as if it were no big deal! I was absolutely floored. My dad is 70 years old, and the stress of all this has actually made him sick. Is this even normal? To make matters worse, her doctor is the type who just shrugs and says "I don't know" to every question. We all feel so lost—we don't even know what our rights are at this point. Even the home health nurse who visits five times a week is terrified to touch the IV...