My mother began her journey with OC on November 4, 2008. Within three weeks she had been diagnosed Stage 3, undergone an extensive debulking, and was looking at starting chemotherapy right before Christmas. She came through chemo better than I ever anticipated. The only glitch in the whole process is when she needed to have some fluid removed from around her lung in the middle of treatment. Chemo ended right before Easter - and her markers were down to 7. Celebration time, right?
Well, all summer long she complained about gaining weight, being tired (she was walking 4 miles a day), and that she just knew that the cancer was back. They recently did another Cat Scan because she was complaining about a pain in her side, and it was discovered that she had fluid around her spleen. They withdrew it a couple of weeks ago, and they mentioned that they had withdrawn some old blood with the fluid. The fluid was "clear" of anything, but now they are noticing a possible "shadow" in that area, and my mother's tumor markers went to a 40. Two weeks later it was up to the mid-70's.
There is no rush by the doctors to see my mother. They booked her an appointment two weeks ago for this coming Tuesday with the same doctor who did her original surgery. Her oncologist said that the surgeon may or may not want to do surgery, but once he decides then they will know when they will start chemo again.
My mother is not a fighter. She tells me that all she needs is for me to tell her that I love her. She comes over to see me and my children every day, but she always looks so grim that it is beginning to make all of us dread her visits. I know that I am not in her shoes, and that she is scared (and so am I), but I am at a loss as to what I should be doing. I want her to have a better quality of life, however long that is. She refuses to join a support group because her primary care physician told her that it would only bring her down. (He also missed her cancer for over 6 months while she was going to him for stomach and abdominal issues.) What do I do? How can I make her embrace and make the most out of her life? Or do I just sit back and let her allow this disease to ravage her life?
I am the parent of three children, and now I feel like my mother's mother. I feel so lost...





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