On Monday, a hospice liaison came to visit my Nanna. In light of the spread of her cancer, they discussed the options: radiation, chemotherapy, or palliative care. My grandmother chose palliative care, so a nurse came on Tuesday and brought a wheelchair, oxygen, a bench for the shower, and morphine; and came back on Wednesday to review her medication schedule with my mom. A hospice nurse will visit on a regular schedule from now on.
So those are the facts. My head is all awhirl and I feel kind of sick and sad. I'm trying to think positively. I don't want her to suffer. I feel horrible that my mom, an only child, is experiencing this long, torturous process all over again - my grandfather died of metastasized prostate cancer nearly 6 years ago, at home, with hospice care. It was awful, horribly awful.
Trying to think of something positive to say, but right now - I got nothing.
3 comments:
Lisa, I am so sorry that you and your family are going through this. Know that there are prayers coming your way and, of course, to your mom and grandmother.
I'm sorry and pray peace for you all.
Thanks so much for your prayers - it does help ease my sadness a bit.
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