This is actually excerpt from my blog which I wrote the day before yesterday but it is what I just went through and I hope and pray many more of you will never get the news that I got just the day before. I am still crying and in disbelief.
My Oncologist is one doctor who would never sugar coat anything and over the years (almost 7) I had really wanted him to in my case just to give me some hope. I like hope in my case but I never really got it from him; it was always the stark reality that one day this disease will eventually kill me; so this is why I always seemed to dread seeing my oncologist. He was always honest with us and never really gave me any hope that I would survive this disease and that with each treatment; it may not work in my case. It was always the worst case scenario. I guess doctors have to be that way so that they don't get sued for giving a patient hope. Just once I wanted some hope; but that's what you get when you get an honest doctor.
We talked to a social worker for about 45 minutes and then she told us that my oncologist would be by after 4pm to speak with us about some options for our next line of treatment. My husband did prepare me that I didn't have much time left and I cried and cried. We would be discussing going on hospice care.
Sure enough after about 4:30pm; my oncologist and another of his colleagues came down to talk with both of us. Miss Blue Belle (my beautiful Blue Merle Sheltie) was in the room also to help calm me down because I was pretty upset. My oncologist/doctor was very upfront, blunt and very honest. He recommended that I start Hospice Care rather soon and that the feedings (TPN) and chemo would need to stop so that we could prepare for a pain free and dignified death for me (I'm only 39 years old). I would have about 6 more months to live. Hearing all of this was so incredibly surreal; we are talking about my death in approximately 6 more months. I was so shocked and scared and still am. I felt so weak and hopeless as tears just rolled down my cheeks; I started hyperventilating and my husband sat over me and tried to calm me down by rubbing my shoulders and gently telling me to slow down on my breathing. Blue Belle jumped up onto the bed and started licking my hand which instantly calmed me down and then my oncologist would every now and then grab my foot in a very emotional way which also calmed me and to let me know that he cared about me. I was so upset; but this is the reality of living with such a deadly disease.
One day we have to prepare for the inevitable; I hope many more women are able to survive this disease and don't get the news I just got on Thursday. My husband and I have not made any decisions yet and to be quite honest I'm just not ready to give up on life just yet. I feel like my life has just begun; I have the love of my life, a great dog which is going to outlive me? and a very cool anti-cat; lots of great family and friends who love me more than anything.
I feel have touched many lives (with my blog) and I hope after I am long gone that I continue to touch lives. Maybe I can write a book in this time about the many other things I have gone through in my life; but apparently I mustn't waste any time. Life really is precious.
Now my other options are to continue with chemo and most often with the chemo; well in my case he was right; it's not working and in the CAT scan there are more tumors growing in my groin area; I could try some more new treatments but in reality I am getting to the point of suffering from many infections which are the result of the advanced cancer and the chemotherapy treatments which most often at my stage of the game ends up killing me much faster than the cancer. To me this is puzzling.
Now if I go on to the Hospice program; I may live longer but my oncologist is estimating that I may have just 6 months to live and what I plan to do is to research all that I can on many of the Alternative Ways of making my body stronger in order to fight the cancer. I can do this by getting my immune system stronger.
I still have some amount of hope then the pain sets in; I don't have an appetite at all and having to constantly be taken care of by my husband reminds me that I may not have much time left. I can still go out and have fun but I get tired very easily and need to close to a bathroom when ever possible. I wish all of you the best.
Love,
Jayne
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