Nancy Hernandez43 said:You’re being so realistic about all of this, and honestly, incredibly brave. Necessity has a way of forcing your hand, and like you said, maybe you can even find a reason to be grateful for that push. You’re putting so much strength into this whole ordeal, and I really admire how you aren't backing down. Every time you post, it hits home for me; it makes me look back at my own situation—which isn't even half as heavy as yours—and I just think about what you wrote at the end of your last message: things are tough, but we can only choose to be braver and happier because we're all going through this together, and for now, we're doing okay..
Hang in there! kisses
Linda Campbell said:My mom used to take fresh sprouts, popcorn, and grapes. I’ve also heard about those homeopathic products; a girl I know whose dad had stomach cancer tried them, and they were a huge help. I actually heard about an excellent product on NPR (I used it myself for CIN 1) called R. Regulat from Natura Viti. There was a man on the program who used it during chemo, and he mentioned it helped mitigate all the side effects. Look up the number for NATURA VITI, give them a call, and just ask; apparently, the results for getting through chemotherapy are great. It’s all plant-based—soy, peas, nuts, fruits, and veggies, but fermented. My immune system was terrifyingly weak; I had CIN 1, E. coli, sores, bleeding, and all sorts of issues, but after just one bottle and some Centrum vitamins, my PAP test came back clear. Give it a try, wishing you so much luck, Melissa Kim45, hang in there!
Girls, thank you so much.
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And thanks to everyone else who has ever shared anything here and given others the strength to keep going.
Mom is terribly thin; today I had to clean her up because she had a bowel movement and I didn't want her skin to get irritated overnight. There’s no muscle left, just skin stretched over bone. I don't even know when she lost it all. Her weight hasn't shifted that drastically; we haven't seen her at 35, 36, or 37 pounds in quite a while. During her last bath a couple of days ago, she looked different. For a few days, she’s been completely erratic, just acting wilder and wilder. She’s been smoking a lot, coughing, fussing, coming into my room in the middle of the night, just losing it. In the afternoons, she’ll lie down and then wake up—not just startled, but absolutely terrified—and start calling people on the phone a hundred times. The doctor isn't concerned (of course he isn't, since most patients with this diagnosis don't make it a year), and he won't admit her to the hospital, just for check-ups. He claims there’s nothing he can give her. They've handled us very smoothly, which I totally get.
On one hand, nobody would care for her like this, and her behavior would be a major issue, but on the other hand, I can't be away from work for too long.
I don't know what to do anymore.
He gave her Megostat, and right after the first spoonful, I felt like she actually looked a bit hungrier. Even though she eats more or less okay, it clearly isn't enough, and when she hits a bad phase, the whole thing is just horrific.
She has cut down on cigarettes drastically, yet she still gets caught badgering people, putting them in that awkward position where they eventually have to confront me.😁
I know there isn't much point in trying to forbid it, but honestly, there’s no sense in her just collapsing all over the apartment either. It’s all tied up in those bruises and rashes. On Sunday, she didn't have a single episode the entire day, which made me think, maybe things are finally looking up. Yeah, right.
Today she can barely stay upright, and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to lift her up and help her move around. It gives me the chills whenever I see or hear her trying to stand, but what am I supposed to do?
Her doctor is pushing for some kind of IV infusions, but the specialist says no. I really don't want to put her through that—why subject her to more physical and mental exhaustion if it isn't actually going to change anything?
Sometimes she just completely drifts away, and seeing that is incredibly hard. She forgets who she’s even talking to. I just find myself waiting for the day something like this hits my brother or me. I haven't the slightest clue when that might be.