Roger Hall15
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joined Jul 2003
I’ve been meaning to post here for quite a while now, but I kept waiting, thinking maybe things would take a turn for the better before I spoke up,😁and then I worried they might actually get worse and I wouldn't want to jinx anything.
But I read everything, and honestly, the advice shared in this thread has been such a lifesaver.👍
Mom started her fifth round of chemo today. Everything just seems to be backsliding again; after two IV bags plus the chemo itself, her weight actually ticked up by one pound, from 126 to 127. John Doe. They almost kept her overnight at the hospital, but they ended up letting her come home—which feels pretty terrifying given how old and sick she is, but hey, she’s making her own choices.🙄
Tomorrow she heads back out to the Suburban neighborhood, and I think she’ll start the oral meds on Sunday, which I’ve already gotten used to managing and knowing what to watch out for.
Right now, she’s just sitting there munching on popcorn and acting a bit wild.
I have zero control over what she eats during the day. There’s a caregiver there to cook or heat things up, and regardless of what I tell them, I have no idea what’s actually happening. It feels ridiculous to pay someone to help when Mom just ends up raiding the fridge anyway. The other day, the helper loaded some dish with way too much garlic, and Mom felt so nauseous for two days straight it was maddening. Seriously, if you're cooking for seniors and patients, you should probably have the sense not to cook like you're feeding a construction worker!😲
Then there's the fact that she specifically targets the foods she isn't supposed to have. It’s constant supervision; she won't eat on her own, and if anyone or anything annoys her during a meal, she starts rushing, stuffing her mouth like a toddler, unable to even chew, let alone swallow.
And then we have the spectacle.🙄
I know dealing with my mother is an uphill battle, but if I’m the one working and paying the bills, I expect at least a baseline level of common sense. 😠
It’s actually pretty visible—as much as you can tell—that she feels better when she sticks to healthy stuff, like plenty of veggies, grain-based soups, very little meat, and light stews without all the heavy additives. She’s paused on the Noni for a moment, but I’ve already got a new bottle ready to go.
She takes native propolis tablets, two twice a day, almost constantly; we might take a break after a bottle or two, but I really think it helps her.
Everything I give her, whether it’s occasional or part of a routine, is strictly aimed at trying to improve how she feels subjectively.
The doctor basically says she’ll either fall into that percentage of people who survive this, or she won't. And what kind of percentage are we talking about with this type of cancer? 15%?👎
As if my life wasn't tedious enough, it keeps finding ways to spice things up. We live in the same apartment building. I was heading out for a walk one evening—just my last stroll for the night—and I locked the apartment door, but hadn't turned the hallway light on yet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something,😱and when I turned around, there was this silhouette in a white nightgown just staring at me. I nearly screamed my head off. 😱
I didn't even realize it was her at first. And she just stood there, completely unfazed, asking, "Did you start scratching my back?" 😲
Apparently, she was just itchy from the last round of radiation.