Karen Cruz
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joined Jul 2021
hello everyone, especially to Angela Wright who is always so caring when answering questions. That’s actually what prompted me to jump in here and ask for advice, because I’m just wandering through the dark corners of the internet feeling completely lost. It’s about my mom. She’s 68. Up until three months ago, she was relatively healthy. Then came the coughing, then this weird mucus in her throat, then the pain, and we started the whole testing process. In New Orleans, things move at a snail's pace when cancer is involved. We found out about thirty days ago. Honestly, I still don't fully grasp what we're dealing with; the paperwork says squamous cell carcinoma, though I find some Latin terms for throat cancer that make my head spin. Things got messy during the biopsy—they had to intubate her—but she was released after a few days. Since she has a tracheostomy, we’re heading to the hospital every day or two for cleaning. Everything is moving so slowly. Her doctor reached out to Dr. Darko Solter at the clinic, and now we’re just waiting for their call. Every single day you think, "tomorrow will be it," or "maybe Monday," but every day feels like a year. Because they suspected a pulmonary embolism, they did a bronchoscopy and a lung biopsy, and thank God, there are no metastases there. From what I can decipher from all the medical jargon, the carcinoma is about 40x42mm, which I assume means stage 3. It’s hit the base of the tongue and goes up toward where the tracheostomy is. Based on the biopsy back on the 12th, it looks like the vocal cords weren't involved, but she’s already lost her voice, so I suspect they might have been hit after all. She’s having terrible headaches and ear pain. She’s dropped at least 12 kg and now weighs only 47 kg. She looks like a skeleton. I managed to get some Prosure, and she takes two a day; otherwise, we just make purees and chop everything tiny because she can barely swallow. I visit her twice a day so I don't overwhelm her or let her catch a glimpse of my own sadness. She’s a fighter and stays so hopeful about recovering. But as for me, I’m getting worse every day. I keep hearing how grueling and intense this surgery is going to be, and she’s just so frail and weak now. They say recovery could mean two or three months in the hospital, and word is that once she's in Chicago, visitors won't even be allowed. How am I supposed to help her recover if neither my dad nor I can even get to her side? How do we support her when she can't talk and probably won't even be able to hold a phone to text for a while? I’m terrified. I lie awake in the middle of the night thinking I’d rather she pass away during surgery than suffer afterward, dying alone in a room without anyone there. Do you know if Dr. Darko Solter is a good specialist? I don't doubt him—most of them are top-tier experts—but I really doubt the recovery part. This situation is just brutal, not being able to grab your loved one's hand and just be there. Yet, I don't want to give up. I don't know if people typically die from throat cancer if there aren't any metastases. I have this gut feeling that we’ll fight through this in a year and she’ll be my mom and grandma again, making snacks and cookies and enjoying the sun all day long. I don't know how much experience any of you have with this, but I'm looking to you all for hope and comfort because nobody else understands. Angela Wright, thank you in advance; you are such a kind soul for helping everyone with advice and support.