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StoryMom was diagnosed with cell lung cancer on June 6th, 2000. She went into the hospital on June 5th because she had become weak and did not feel like she could move anymore. At the hospital she was diagnosed with bleeding ulcers. She received two units of blood.
The next day her doctor came into the room and asked me to please sit down, and told us during some tests he had ordered, he had found a tumor in her right lung. He then scheduled a biopsy going through her back, to determine if the tumor was malignant or not. It was. She was released from the hospital six days later with an appointment in early July to see a thoracic surgeon.
During this time mom debated back and forth as to whether she wanted this surgery or not. I kept insisting that she have the operation. Yes, it was going to be painful, but the tumor was in a good location and had not spread (to their knowledge). So, of course I wanted her to have the operation. Mom was very fearful of the pain, but agreed.
She weighed 90 pounds and her eating was at a minimum. My job was to push as many calories as I could into her. I would make at least three trips to her home every day, pushing ensure, vitamins, candy, and making sure she had anything she needed.
One night she called me at home, saying she felt funny. Would I come and sit with her? When I got there she was sweaty, weak, and dizzy. I called an ambulance. She was suffering a silent heart attack. She spent another week in the hospital. Of course now her operation was canceled. She would never survive it.
By this time mom had grown tired and decided she would seek no further treatment for the cancer. She asked me to just take her home and never send her back to the hospital again. That is what I did.
Mom went down hill fast after that. She rarely moved from her couch, and the pain started becoming more intense. She ate very little. She started loosing the use of her legs. After trying a couple different pain medications the doctor decided it was time to start morphine. Her last doctor appointment I had to bring her in a wheel chair, and my brother had to carry her from the car to the chair. The doctor said he thought it was time for hospice. We agreed.
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