Hi! How's your Mom?
I realize you are hoping to recieve positive information, however, I cannot provide such info. All I can do is suggest you somehow stay strong and be realistic. Life can be cruel and so many things happen that do not make sense.
My brother passed away in March 2007 due to primary liver cancer. He was diagnosed in September 2006. I had hope, he had hope, my family had hope and then..., reality set in. In fact, he'll be gone four months tomorrow, it's unbelievable.
Anyway...., your message indicates your Mom had the full feeling when she ate. Yeah...., my brother experienced the fullness feeling too no matter how much or how little he ate. He was dealing with this sensation for awhile. He had all sorts of tests done and a liver biopsy confirmed the worst, primary liver cancer. He went through three rounds of treatement, radioactive glass beads injected into his liver. In the beginning it was promising and then...., cancer won the battle.
Fluid retention created major discomfort/pain for him. I felt so helpless. The damn fluid consumed his abdomen, legs, arms and eventually sucked the life out of him. He too was on water pills, fluid was drained and it returned. He loved to read and toward the end didn't have the energy to focus or do anything but lie in his hosptial bed at home heavily medicated. The fluid pressing on his esophagus made breathing & conversation difficult toward the end. As liver function diminshes, amonia levels increase leading to a coma state. It's so horrible. I don't mean to frighten or discourage you, but..., this is so difficult. I too did not want to cry to much around my brother, I didn't want to create additonal stress for him. All he wanted was to get better and go back to work. He was only 51 years old. A few day's before he passed away, as we waited for the ambulance, I was crying holding his hand and he looked at me and said maybe I'll be better tomorrow. He had hope.
He is forever in my heart. I hang on to many happy memories, I am on a mission to keep his memory alive. A part of me died with him. I dontaed a kidney to him 24 years ago. He was a wonderful, caring and gentle person. I miss him so much. I can hear him in my head telling me to knock it off and get on with it. I'm trying. I know dying is part of living, however, he is the first person in my immediate family we have lost and he left us much too soon.
Again, I apologize if I diminshed your hopes, however, I am merely expressing my honest experience. I wish you, your mother and family all the best. Believe it or not, there are success stories.
Take care and stay strong.