I haven't been on in a bit... Mom finally was feeling a bit better and thought maybe the medication was working. Her spirits were a bit higher for once.. which was a really good thing. Then her doctor called on the 4th and gave her the bad news from her test results... that her hormone therapy drugs weren't working anymore and that the cancer had spread to more areas of the bone.
Now its in her shoulder and elbow as well. They also told her the extreme pain she's having might mean that she has fractured something. I don't know if you know much about bone cancer, but there are two different kinds, one kind makes your bones soft and mushy, and the other kind makes them brittle and full of holes (like swiss cheese), my mom has the swiss cheese bones. It was so bad in her hip and leg that they said she could just stand up and break her leg.
The doctors also want to switch her to a new medication but its not covered under her health care and will cost $900 a month!! My mom doesn't have that kind of money, and I feel so guilty that I don't have it either. My mom's on disability and can barely support herself, let alone pay an extra $900 for medication. The doctor told her that she could try this "other" medication but it has a really high risk for blood clots so then she would have to be on blood thinners, and apparently its really dangerous. They also told her she needs more radiation on the new areas and they bumped up her other tests from September to next week. So she has to go in on Tuesday for a catscan and then bloodwork later.
The news hit her really hard, she was crying when she phoned me. It hit me hard too... and for some reason I got really angry at my aunt. Back story - I had previously called my aunt a few weeks ago because I was worried about my mom, and my aunt pretty well told me that mom's pain was just arthritis and that mom was just doing it for sympathy. So now they tell mom its the cancer and all I can think of is - you stupid woman... arthritis??? really? I'm just SO mad at her... how dare she treat my mother like that! I asked mom what she said when she told her about the doctor's phone call, and all she said was "I think she was crying". "Good" I thought, "I hope she feels horrible for the things she said!" I still feel that way, and I don't know if its because I really am mad at her, or if I am just so upset about my mom.
I also feel so guilty about not being able to take care of my mom. I worry about her constantly, did she take her pills today? Did she eat? Is the lawn mowed? Does she need her groceries? Did she get a shower? I wish more than anything I could be there to take care of her, but with 3 kids of my own to take care of, its just not possible. Not for me. Not being in a different country and soo far away. My mom did it, she gave up everything and stayed home to take care of her mom and then her dad when they had cancer, when they were dying.
I grew up with my grandfather like that.
I grew up haveing to drive my grandfather to the city in the morning for his chemo and then home just in time to go to school. I would go upstairs to give him his medication, his inhalers, to cook his food and clean his place. I would cut his hair for him and do his laundry. It was normal. And when I was 14 and he died it hit me like a ton of bricks. He was like my father, he was a constant, he was the reason I excelled at everything, the reason I tried. I wanted more than anything for him to be proud of me. And then he was gone. No more stories about catching gophers and no more sarcastic comments that made me laugh. He was just gone.
And I know what you are going to say... he was on chemo... he had cancer... was it really a surprise? Yes, because when you're 14 you don't see the things around you like that. I saw his spirit, his spirit never faltered, it was the same everyday. I never saw him physically failing day after day, over the years, it was so slow that I never saw it. Now when I look back at photos I can see how bad he had become, how sick... I look at cards he wrote in and see how shaky his writing had become... how could I have not seen it?
And now my mom is going through the same thing and I wish I could be there. She could do it for them but I can't for her. She is my best friend, I talk to her everyday, I tell her everything. She is the one person who has never judged me... not when I told her I was pregnant when I was 17, not when I ran away with a boy when I was 13, not when I got married, or went to college, or had my other children... if I was ever upset about something or screwed up my life doing something stupid... she would just say "we'll get through this". And I want her to know it will be the same this time... I know she probably won't be around much longer... but I can hope she will... and I know... we'll get through this.
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