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Anonymous said:My mother passed away this morning at 10:05, just three and a half months after her diagnosis... While the void she leaves behind is immense and I know she will haunt my dreams—perhaps too often—there is a certain sense of relief in knowing she is finally at peace. The agony has ceased; she is no longer struggling for even a single sip of water...
The hardest moment thus far was watching them carry her out in her casket, but I fear the true breaking point is still ahead when we lay her to rest. I’ve been leaning heavily on medication all day just to stay upright, but I am managing somehow... Anyway, my best wishes to everyone here..

My deepest condolences,
believe me, better days will eventually arrive... one day... just grit your teeth and push through... you've already learned how to do that once before..
@ Linda Peterson37 Check your PMs, I sent you a message.
Linda Peterson37 said:He has an astrocytoma, a type of tumor notorious for recurring.
After the initial shock hit us in December 2006 when we realized the tumor had returned, it actually gave me a strange kind of resolve—a drive to scour the earth for anything that might help my father. After endless hours spent digging through the internet, talking to survivors who have beaten various cancers, and devouring books on the subject, Dad first turned to macrobiotics.
We found Michia Kushia’s book on diet-based cancer and leukemia treatments to be incredibly helpful. Unfortunately, Dad eventually threw in the towel on macrobiotics after six months; he was constantly complaining about the food, and since we couldn't hover over his plate every single second, he would inevitably slip up and eat things he shouldn't have. Beyond macrobiotics, he started using a Rife device—a machine that emits specific electrical frequencies tailored to combat different ailments—alongside a variety of immune-boosting supplements.
I recently heard that mistletoe extracts are highly effective, so I was wondering if anyone here has experience with them, or perhaps shark cartilage capsules? I've heard those can help too, so if anyone knows...


Regarding mistletoe extracts, my mother used them via injections.
The injections are called Iscador, though there is also Helixor; I believe they come in series 0, 1, and 2. My mother took Helixor based on her oncologist's recommendation. In places like Austria and Germany, this is considered standard practice alongside chemotherapy. It acts as an immunostimulator, and its anti-carcinogenic properties are well-documented.
One caveat: you shouldn't administer the injections if there is active bleeding or a fever. After finishing a box, you take a one-week break, and if you are on series 2, you wait two weeks. As a precaution, it's best not to give them within at least 48 hours of a chemotherapy session. Each box contains seven injections, which are administered in sequence (they are numbered accordingly). A typical reaction is some redness and swelling at the site, which is perfectly normal, provided the reaction isn't excessive. If the reaction is too intense, you should halve the dose—essentially putting half the contents in one syringe for the injection, then filling a second syringe with the remaining half, placing it in the refrigerator, and using it two days later. Aside from that, there aren't many side effects; at least, my mother didn't experience any. I still have a few boxes at home that we picked up in Vienna, so if you need them, I'd be more than happy to give them to you.
Linda Hill29 said:I am feeling quite happy today. My dad ate reasonably well today, and I can actually see his strength returning; he’s back to his usual moods and facial expressions. He’s talking and commenting more often (he’s always loved a good conversation and socializing), so he is starting to look like his old self again. I feel a bit more secure myself now that I’ve gathered some information and picked up a few things that might help, following the advice you all gave me.

Dad is heading to the hospital this Tuesday to have his stoma removed—that feeding tube inserted directly into the intestine (he hasn't been using it, but they left it there just in case). Does anyone have experience with this? Is it essentially a minor surgical procedure, and does it require general anesthesia?

feralwolf24, thank you for the warning. If something like that happens, I’ll be ready; otherwise, it certainly would have terrified me. You all truly deserve credit—you’ve navigated all of this, stayed brave, and succeeded.

Linda Campbell, I might try Nutricomp, but I’m unsure whether to get the standard version or the diabetic formula. Which one did you use? Dad isn't handling Prosure very well.

It has become a habit for me; constantly monitoring everything. It is such a wonderful feeling to finally have people I can turn to for questions or even just to share my worries. I have never met any of you in person, yet you provide such support. People can truly be wonderful sometimes.

My advice to you is to give him pureed food that you have prepared yourselves, but prioritize what he actually enjoys eating—veal, chicken, turkey, fish—just as we discussed. Nutricomp is excellent, but in my personal opinion (which may differ from yours), keep it as a last resort for when he loses his appetite entirely, which usually happens once chemotherapy begins. Nutricomp comes in various flavors—vanilla, chocolate, hazelnut, and neutral. We used the standard neutral one. Again, I must emphasize: consult your surgeon regarding Megostat, as it really helps stimulate the appetite. I hope you saw that post I sent you the other evening about dandelion seed tea; that also helps open the appetite. Right now, your priority is getting him back to a healthy weight so he can better withstand the chemo. Once the nausea and loss of appetite kick in after treatment, then perhaps Nutricomp will be useful so he doesn't grow to dislike it. I should mention that everyone reacts to chemotherapy differently. With my mother, her hair fell out immediately and she had a horrific time with the first round; she was vomiting terribly for the first two days, was incredibly weak, and felt awful. That lasted exactly 14 days, after which she started regaining her strength—we went hiking frequently in the woods at higher altitudes specifically because of the chemo. She handled the second round fantastically—best of all, she had almost no side effects. The third round went well too, though not quite as smoothly as the second. It all depends on the individual's constitution. That is all from me for now; if you need anything, just shout, I am right here. Best regards.
BRAVO, gentlemoose62! Hearing the word "cured" sounds absolutely magnificent. My sincerest congratulations—keep pushing forward and take good care of yourself. We desperately need more news like this in the world.
@ Melissa Kim45,
Please, I am asking you, take care of yourself. Everything seems to hold together only as long as you're in a state of constant tension, fighting tooth and nail. The moment you finally allow yourself to exhale, the whole thing just collapses. Honestly, looking back at everything I’ve taken on, I can't even begin to quantify how much I've compromised my own health in the process... SO PLEASE, watch over yourself and find some balance; you are going to need that strength later on.
Melissa Kim45;12343614 said:The results are looking good. The next follow-up is in a month. 🙏
. No more chemotherapy. 🙏

Aside from that, she’s just living her best life—big time. She gets dizzy, her balance is off, she’s weak... it’s always a struggle right before an appointment because she’s essentially running on fumes. And then she calls me up all urgent, insisting I come over immediately to "see something." I show up, and what do I see? She’s found some ridiculous platform shoes with massive soles—honestly, where does one even find those? The heel is five inches, the sole probably twelve. And she’s strutting around in them like she owns the place. 😲
As for why she wanted them? She was trying to reach high enough to hang the third calendar in the house—the second is in the hallway. When I asked why on earth she needed three calendars, she just said, "I need them." She likes this one, she needs that one, and the third one is a Catholic one that "has names." I just hope she doesn't start calling people out of the blue to wish them a happy saint's day.😁

Mila, you have NO idea how incredibly happy I am that you guys are finally DONE WITH CHEMO!!!!!!
That is fantastic news, and I am genuinely thrilled about the test results. If only I could have lived to hear someone tell us our results were okay and that the chemo was finished. That was the one thing my mother and I prayed for, the one thing we held onto hope for...

Seriously, you have no clue how many different professions I’ve seen represented here, but you and your mother are absolute legends. I joined this group to keep up with new posts, and I am absolutely dying laughing reading this. You two are geniuses. I spend my time trying to picture you both... truly brilliant. Hats off to you; you are a singular woman. Maybe I’ll actually meet you one day. Once again, I want to say how truly happy I am for you.
Let her enjoy her own little movie. My mother spent her whole life—even through her illness—living out other people's stories, being quiet and reserved just so she wouldn't offend anyone. I always wished my mother could be more like yours... someone who lives their own life and doesn't go out of their way to bother anyone else. Good grief...
You really deserve credit for having the strength to look at all of this through such a humorous lens... Wishing you nothing but the best.
No title, just pure chaos and disappointment in Psychology ·
steelranger31 said:I honestly have no clue, man. It’s just so absurd at this point that all my buddies have already told me—they've basically given up on me spinning my wheels in circles. But hey, it’s all good. I just gotta find a way to get my act together and stop being my own worst enemy.
I could vent about this forever, but it always comes back to the same thing: you just gotta grit your teeth and keep moving while you're still in the game.

There you go again with that old "grit your teeth and endure" mantra. No, that isn't the answer. You need to force a wide, genuine smile—one where everyone can see your teeth—and actually live. Believe me, I could go on for hours too...
Complaining is easy. Instead, BE A FIGHTER. Fight to make things better; fight so that you might actually learn to love and respect yourself. You will feel a sense of pride, my friend, and that is what truly sustains a person. Have you ever actually tried it? It is a profoundly rewarding sensation.
FOR IV

I managed to dig up something else for you (honestly, I've been practically buried in herbal remedy books lately)
"RED CLOVER TEA is frequently consumed to stimulate liver and gallbladder function, particularly during acute or chronic congestion (Melissa Kim45 - give this a shot for mom)
It's also used to kickstart an appetite. In certain cultures, red clover tea is the go-to remedy when significant weight loss occurs following major surgeries—SPECIFICALLY STOMACH SURGERY—leaving the patient frail and lacking any desire to eat."

Instructions: To prepare the infusion, use the flowering part of the plant without the stems, or just the flower heads themselves. Steep 2 teaspoons per cup of water; let it sit for 10 minutes, then drink 2 to 3 cups daily, with or without honey
(IV, keep in mind that Dad can only handle very tiny amounts of honey)
No title, just pure chaos and disappointment in Psychology ·
Look, man, the silver lining here is that you actually recognize the situation for what it is, and you’re an adult. That alone counts for something. It isn't all doom and gloom when you can finally see where you went wrong and identify the flaws in how you were raised.
You aren't going to be able to undo everything—but you can certainly course-correct. You can help yourself, perhaps most effectively by seeking out some professional guidance. Get some distance from them; live your own life and visit them as a guest rather than a dependent. You'll find that things will balance out—that's really the only way it works. Plus, you'll start respecting yourself more, and they'll likely show you more respect in return. A person finds the most value in their existence when they build and organize it themselves. That's when you actually start enjoying it. Even when you stumble, you experience the mistake and react to it with a completely different perspective.
And don't go thinking you're some unique specimen of dysfunction. There are countless people and families living through the exact same thing, hiding behind various social masks. Go ahead and lose your mind if you have to, but do it when nobody is watching. Blow off some steam and vent that negative energy through sports—do you play anything? If not, start immediately. It'll clear your head. Just stay active; take on some kind of responsibility. It seems to me you have far too much time dedicated to overanalyzing things that are either entirely out of your control or simply irrelevant to your current life. As for the stuff you can't change? Let it go. Seriously, man, the sand is slipping through the hourglass; you only get this one shot at life.
George, please accept my sincerest condolences.

casualpanther1, I wish you nothing but the very best. Just keep praying—ideally together and out loud. I will be joining your prayers for everyone who is currently ill and for all those who are suffering.
Linda Hill29 said:I read everything you all post, and your experiences, your words, your advice, and your enthusiasm help me so much... but at the same time, a wave of sadness hits me whenever I read some tragic news... a lost battle... pure despair. I try my hardest to remain an optimist, but I can't help myself—I truly find myself breaking down in tears. It’s hard to wrap my head around how many people are fighting this exact same fight. My heart just goes out to them...
I am at the very beginning of this journey. I’ve already written about my father’s first surgery, then his second, a month-long hospital stay, and finally, he came home today. He is so incredibly happy to be back; seeing him like this is such a relief. But then, my mind starts racing toward what comes next... I tell myself it won't be that bad, that everything will turn out fine, trying to soothe my own anxiety. I don't talk to him much about these fears. Sometimes I wonder if he's even aware of the gravity of it all, yet simultaneously, I hope he isn't. I want him to just relax and gather his strength; we'll deal with the rest as it comes. The immediate priority is his nutrition. Since his stomach was removed, he has lost a staggering amount of weight, and he needs to regain some mass before starting chemotherapy. But how? His capacity is tiny, he has to be extremely selective with food, and sugar is strictly off-limits. If anyone here has experience managing nutrition after a total gastrectomy, could you tell me if artificial sweeteners or milk (for example, in porridges) are viable options? What kind of high-calorie meals work best? I'm searching everywhere, but the information I find is completely contradictory. It might seem like a minor detail, but knowing this would mean the world to us.

Hello there. I know exactly what you're going through. Here is what our experience looked like.
He will likely start experiencing issues like gas, cramps, pain, sharp stabs, and then perhaps bouts of diarrhea followed by constipation. This is all quite standard following a total gastrectomy. You simply have to learn to manage it and push through. Nutrition is absolutely paramount. He should eat six small meals a day—never overindulge, and the food shouldn't be too cold or too hot. I strongly suggest asking a doctor about Megostat, which works wonders for stimulating appetite in patients undergoing cancer treatment.
My mother's appetite actually started coming back beautifully about two months after her surgery. Eventually, she was even able to enjoy things like bacon and red onions.
Our menu looked something like this: very frequently, a simple thickened soup for breakfast because that sat well with her during her hospital stay. They had her making flour coatings without added fats—the old-fashioned way—then adding water and whisking in an egg. That’s what the hospital staff recommended. We stuck to starchy, blended soups like rice, barley, oats, or vegetable blends. As for meat, pork was strictly forbidden; poultry (without skin) and veal were allowed. She ate plenty of bluefish (based on a recommendation from an oncologist in Austria), and sweets were banned because tumors thrive on that kind of nonsense. You can make stews like spinach, Swiss chard with potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, young peas, tomatoes, eggs poached in butter or soft-boiled, and fresh vegetable juices. Regarding fats, use small amounts of butter or oil—preferably homemade olive oil. White bread is okay, but nothing fresh out of the oven; toast is fine, along with all types of pasta and semolina. As for milk, we didn't use it because Mom simply couldn't tolerate it; any dairy caused diarrhea that we couldn't always control quickly, causing her weight to drop since whatever little she ate would just pass right through. For fruit, we used strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and grated apples—ideally, cooked fruit. She could have pancakes, provided they weren't overly sweet; she avoided sugar entirely, except for homemade fruit compotes. It also helped immensely if she lay down for half an hour with a heating pad on her stomach; that was a lifesaver for her.
It would be incredibly beneficial to prepare that bitter beet and carrot juice yourself to get him ready for chemo. Make sure he takes that juice consistently during the chemo sessions. You can find good options at the local pharmacy or places like CVS. And definitely try supplemental liquid nutrition, like Prosure (Mom had issues with that one, so we stopped using it), but we followed an oncologist's recommendation and used Nutricomp instead. It comes in several flavors and is fortified with all sorts of essential vitamins and minerals...
I would strongly advise against giving him bananas; it’s common knowledge that they tend to cause constipation. Grapes are also right there in the mix, though my mother found them very beneficial and used to eat them quite frequently. While fruit is generally fine, ensure he eats it without the peel. Honestly, your best bet is to prepare a homemade compote from apples or pears; he could even sip that instead of tea. That’s about it. One critical piece of advice: please consult with his doctor, but I also suggest you do some independent research online regarding his specific lab results. When the time comes, he may need Vitamin B administered intravenously. This is incredibly important. Hang in there—if you find yourself needing anything or if any doubts arise, please reach out. If there is any way I can be of assistance... My goodness, I truly wish you all the best. Regards.
Dear Dina, I spent the entire day yesterday with you on my mind; that appointment of yours has been playing on loop in my head. I truly hope you're doing alright and that everything turns out fine. I'm wishing you a swift recovery from the bottom of my heart—please check in with us as soon as you're able. Sending plenty of positive energy and strength your way.
Laura Kelly91 said:My dear friends,
I’ve been away for a while. Unfortunately, things have taken a devastating turn. My father passed away on January 10th after enduring several days of excruciating pain. His condition took such a sudden, sharp decline... It was horrific, and honestly, it still is. He left us just eight months after my mother, who fought a twenty-day battle against cancer. He was diagnosed with a tumor only three and a half months ago... At least they are together now, though I am left in a state of endless grief—or perhaps more accurately, total numbness.
Now, I want to offer you all my support in your own battles. Despite everything I've endured, I truly believe victory is possible. We must exhaust every single option; there are simply too many success stories out there to lose hope. So please, keep pushing and keep fighting. Giving up is never an option.

Please accept my deepest condolences; I am so incredibly sorry. I know exactly how you feel because I have walked that same dark path myself—both my mother and father were tragically lost to carcinoma. I fought alongside both of them until the very end. I realize there are no words that can truly comfort you right now, but believe me when I say that, eventually, the weight becomes easier to carry once you learn how to live in a world without them. Hang in there. Best regards.
Linda Hill29 said:I’ve been reading through this entire thread, trying to catch up with everyone. I am hungry for information—just absorbing everything I can find. I have to be prepared; I want to be ready for whatever my family is facing. I signed up a few days ago, but I’m only just now diving into this specific discussion because I’m still getting my bearings with the forum layout and figuring out where I fit in. My father was diagnosed with stomach cancer about a month ago. He underwent surgery to have his stomach removed, followed by complications, then another surgery... now we are just waiting. In all this chaos, the only thing keeping me grounded is digging through this forum, searching for anything that might help us down the road. Which oncologist should we see? What is the latest treatment protocol? Which supplements will help stabilize his blood counts before he starts chemotherapy? What are the options at Los Angeles, and is it prohibitively expensive? My head is spinning with questions, but I am genuinely impressed by how much you all have learned and organized yourselves—even starting an association! I’m still feeling a bit lost and trying to find my footing, but first, I need to make sense of the basics. I’ll keep following your posts, hoping I can eventually connect all the dots.
Best wishes to everyone, and good luck with the work of the association!

When it comes to stomach cancer, there aren't really any "secret" or cutting-edge methods outside of the standard protocols used here in the States. When my mother started her chemo regimen, we sent her results to an oncologist in Vienna, and he confirmed they utilize the exact same chemotherapy protocols for stomach cancer. Depending on the specific case, radiation might follow the chemo. One of the biggest hurdles for patients after these surgeries is the difficulty with eating—regurgitation, cramping, and general digestive distress. It is absolutely critical to pay close attention to nutrition both before and during chemotherapy. My mother struggled with a terrible lack of appetite, but we managed to manage it using a medication called Microsoft (to stimulate appetite), along with plenty of vitamin-fortified liquid nutritional shakes, which she relied on when solid food was impossible. At the hospital, they will give you specific dietary guidelines, but you'll need to navigate the day-to-day. Most importantly, focus on high amounts of blue fish, cooked fruits, and fresh broths with pureed vegetables. You’ll have to experiment to see what works for him regarding chemo side effects—things like royal jelly, beta-glucan, or Aloe-gel... the list is long. Just be prepared for significant nausea following treatment. I’ve heard there are excellent homeopathic tablets specifically for chemo-induced nausea; it’s worth looking into. Wishing you all the best. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. We are all essentially on call here, monitoring this forum around the clock.
Greetings to koki and dini!
Linda Hill29 said:About 20 days ago, my father was diagnosed with stomach cancer. He underwent surgery about 15 days ago—they had to perform a total gastrectomy and remove his lymph nodes. The pathology report showed that two of those nodes were cancerous. It’s all terrifying, but right now, the biggest nightmare is his postoperative recovery, which has been anything but smooth. Honestly, he seemed at his best immediately following the surgery. But once they pulled out the feeding tube, the drain, and the urinary catheter (though he still has a central line), everything just spiraled downward. The day after that, he started vomiting, followed by bouts of intense hiccups. His temperature seemed fine initially, but on the 10th day post-op, he spiked a fever of 102. By the 13th day, he was gripped by agonizing pain in his left shoulder and under the left rib cage. They administered Dolantin. At one point, he even started shaking uncontrollably. They ran tests: ultrasound looked okay, chest X-ray was clear, bowel transit seems fine, and we are currently waiting on blood cultures. They have him on antibiotics. Today marks day 15, and he is incredibly weak and exhausted. While the sharp pains have subsided, his left abdomen remains tender, and the pain flares up briefly when he changes positions, especially when getting in or out of bed. The doctors suspect sepsis and think something is brewing on his left side, but the frustrating part is that nothing is showing up on the ultrasound. There is suspicion regarding a possible leak at the anastomosis, but it's all speculation at this point. It feels like everyone is just waiting for clarity, though it seems to me like the medical team is running out of ideas to pin down the cause. In the meantime, my father—a 55-year-old man who has always been strong and composed—is slowly wasting away and losing weight, and he hasn't even begun chemotherapy yet. I am lost. Should I push for more testing, like a CT scan? I am terrified that the sutures are failing, or that he's sliding into sepsis or peritonitis. I'm scared they aren't doing enough. This is my first time posting on this forum, so I’m not entirely sure how things work here, but please, if anyone has any insight or has walked a similar path, I am desperate for help. I am paralyzed by fear, and seeing him like this is traumatic. Just 20 days ago, he was healthy, vibrant, and full of life.

I honestly don't know what to tell you... After my mother's stomach surgery, she spent about 10 days in the ICU. Around the 8th or 9th day, the doctors told us things had turned critical and that sepsis was a very real, immediate threat. We were absolutely terrified. She was pumped full of various antibiotics and God knows what else. Once they switched her antibiotics during that critical window, things finally stabilized.
It sounds like there might indeed be an issue with the anastomosis—that connection where the stomach is joined to the small intestine. They really ought to run imaging, perhaps a CT or X-ray, to see what's actually happening internally. My mother had to go through that too. You have to be persistent and demand it. This is an incredibly grueling procedure; my mother had her stomach, gallbladder, spleen, and six lymph nodes removed. She recovered relatively quickly, but there was another woman in the unit with her who stayed in the ICU for a long time. Her sutures simply wouldn't hold, and she had constant fluid leakage through the drains. I can't recall the exact details.
Every surgery carries risks, and one this major is no exception. Try not to let the future treatment schedule overwhelm you right now; the priority is simply getting him through this recovery phase. Chemotherapy comes after he finds his footing again. By the time my mother started chemo, she had already regained her appetite and was feeling much better. Just stay on top of everything and keep pressing the surgeon for answers. If you need someone to talk to, feel free to send me a private message—my mother fought this exact same battle. Hang in there. Wishing you both strength.
My dear friends, to all of you,
to those who have contributed even once to this Forum,
and to those who have been quietly observing our discussions,
but especially to NUSAZVRK, Ivanica, Dan, Dan, Lecko, and Koka,
who personally provided me with immense strength during the darkest chapters of my life—along with your entire families—I wish for this coming 2008 to bring an abundance of health, recovery, resilience, and faith in better days. It is my sincere hope that this new year proves significantly superior to the last, avoiding its old pitfalls. I wish peace and prosperity upon you all.

casualpanther1, hang in there; I am wishing both you and your wife a swift recovery. Please reach out as soon as you are able.
Brian Clark78 said:Hello, everyone.

Most of us have dealt with some form of debilitating health issue, whether personally or through a family member.
I realize this might be met with skepticism, but I would strongly suggest looking into the BRACE facility up in Appalachia. Believe me, they can offer support that standard medicine simply cannot reach. I am speaking from my own lived experience.

Please, share the details of your experience.
God has blessed you!
Melissa Kim45 said:Greetings to everyone. 🙂

Even my mother’s cancer seems to be retreating. Her discharge papers state that her thoracic imaging shows a satisfactory intrathoracic status given the nature of the disease; they are monitoring an almost complete regression of the tumor infiltration in the core of the right lung, along with the satellite lesions in the upper right lobe. As for the medications... blah, blah, blah.
Current status: The patient is afebrile, though there is some mild tachypnea present. Orientation to time and place is somewhat impaired, and there is no evidence of peripheral lymphadenopathy. Upon auscultation, lung sounds reveal bilateral basal crepitations.

The diagnosis is Small Cell Lung Carcinoma of the right lung, ICD code C34.

They are bringing up electrolyte imbalance and SIADH again, but her last reading was 134. Honestly, I don't see why that's such an emergency that she had to be hooked up to two IV drips immediately. Sure, it’s a bit lower than ideal, but shouldn't we allow the body some breathing room to stabilize itself when things clearly seem to be leveling out? She has her eighth round of chemotherapy coming up, and frankly, I have no idea—I truly have no clue—how her system is going to handle that hit.
Despite those relatively positive test results, she’s weaker than I’ve ever seen her, struggling with constant constipation and painful cramping. Right now, she's relying on Bekunis to get things moving, along with a suppository whenever the situation becomes unbearable.😁 It provides some relief, but it always comes accompanied by those agonizing cramps. She used to deal with ulcers and relied on Peptoran, but now she’s transitioned to Controloc. As for getting a gastroscopy done? That is absolutely out of the question.

Mentally speaking, I think she’s doing alright. She isn't making those outbursts anymore—no more demands for an illegitimate child or questioning where her father is. However, being around her remains an uphill battle; that hasn't changed. To be honest, I can never truly gauge the reality of her situation when she speaks to me. It’s like trying to read a map in a storm. If she tells me she can't urinate, it might mean she actually can't, or it could simply mean she lost track of time and forgot she went an hour or two ago. Because of the SIADH, she’s strictly limited to about one liter of fluid a day, so there is no way she should be passing liters of liquid. After her seventh round of chemotherapy, there was one instance where she suffered from severe water retention; she was visibly swollen, with those heavy bags under her eyes. A single dose of Lasix cleared it right up, and she’s been fine since.

I suppose I should be feeling satisfied. I believe I mentioned before that I wasn't even certain she would make it through to her second round of chemo. Well, here we are—she has already pushed through seven. There are moments when she is in pain (though, truthfully, how can I ever truly know if she is hurting?), and in those instances, Plivadon does the trick.😲 Or perhaps Voltaren—which I always suggest she take alongside Peptoran. Honestly, I can't tell if she’s just looking for a quick pill or if she’s in genuine agony. It might even be a case of her losing her sense of perception; for instance, she'll swear up and down that a certain pâté is delicious, completely oblivious to the fact that the pastry she's eating is loaded with margarine. 😁

Every single one of her prescriptions is at the absolute minimum dosage; even then, she consistently finds clever ways to manage on her own. She has quite the affinity for pills.😁 I am closely monitoring her blood pressure. I make sure to wash her whenever she gets incontinent, but despite all those challenges, she is still capable of going for a short walk.

Listen, everyone, please, don't lose heart. My mother is 71 years old now, and she simply wants to live. She’s become incredibly suggestible at this stage. Honestly, there are times when what I tell her isn't even strictly true—or frankly, I have no idea what I'm talking about—but I say it anyway if I feel it might offer her some peace of mind. It’s like providing a bit of psychological comfort where the facts fall short. This might just be a temporary reprieve, I suppose, but one can only hope.

Never lose hope. Nancy Thomas18, hang in there, Grace Fowler, stay strong. To everyone else out there—guys and girls alike—keep fighting. How are those of you battling illness doing? And how about those of you carrying the weight of caregiving? We’re the only ones who truly understand the depth of that struggle. Is it incredibly, damnably difficult? Yes, it is.

May God grant you all strength.👍

First off, I want to say from the bottom of my heart how incredibly happy I am to hear about your mother. Secondly, I owe you a debt of gratitude for your posts; regardless of everything else going on, they always manage to pull a laugh out of me. It truly impresses me that you’ve managed to retain even a shred of humor despite all the absolute chaos you're dealing with. Honestly, hats off to you—don't let them get the better of you. Wishing you nothing but the best.