I just buried my mother two Sundays ago.
We never saw it coming. It’s just me and my brother. My dad died in 1978 at age 52 of heart disease.
Mom has always had stomach problems because of the pain pills she takes for her bad back.
We have both had multiple back operations.
I lived just 5 miles from Mom but being as we have both been disabled many years we became each other best friend.
We would call each other 5 to 10 times a day. We knew when a weather front was coming in before the weatherman.
About 2 weeks prior to my Mom entering the hospital we noticed she was having a lot of stomach pain. I took her too the hospital about Jan 24th Late Sunday early Monday morning. It was the first time I noticed her skin was jaundice. I had practically spent the prior 3 nights with her because I was worried about her but incandescent lights don’t show jaundice that well.
Mom was 73 and diagnosed with Diabetes about 4 months prior. We couldn’t seem to get it under control. This is beyond the point where her HMO doctor should have long ago done a scan on my mother’s abdomen.
By that following Tuesday the GI (PA) comes in and said we can discharge your mother. She has pancreatic cancer and it is the size of a golf ball grown in the center of the pancreas plus there are several spots all over her liver.
I asked how long does my Mom have or is there anything that can be done. He answered your mother has up to ONE WEEK to live. Her primary care physician said she had up to 1 month to live.
Mom only made it 9 days and she passed.
It was like my mother had gotten in a car accident things were moving too fast. We thought she had Alzheimer’s coming on for the last 2 years but in retrospect I think it was the cancer spreading into her brain.
Mom didn’t want to be hooked up to machines so we brought her home via Hospice and had a hospital bed brought into her own bedroom.
It’s a long story how Hospice handled my mom, taking away the nurses on Wed at 8am and none showing up on Thus or Fri then finally on Saturday one shows (after I threaten to sue) and my mom in too much pain. She can no longer swallow so the Methadone liquid painkiller is not getting into her system.
I had already changed her diaper 5 times and I thought I was doing everything ok but Mom had already developed two bedsores that fast.
I ran to get some Desenex and Balmex and the nurse had ordered Tylenol suppositories and morphine drops. When I got back my mother had only 3 breaths left in her and she died in my arms. I feel that the nurse had given Mom a substantial dose and Mom just passed on. I have heard you can’t leave those hospice workers alone but I wanted my Mom to get some relief from the Desenex.
Maybe it was the way God meant it. The nurse said she sent the delivery of morphine back because my mom had started breathing shallow.
The nurse said your mother took a very long time to go. It was if she was holding on for you to return. She said she has been in hospice 7 years and that is the second time she has seen that happen.
I truly hope my mother heard me rush back into the room. At least in heaven she knows I was there for her.
It’s going to kill me. I wasn't an only child but I was in the picture 95% of my mom’s life. My brother only visited when he wanted to borrow money.
My Mom was my best friend, my counsel, my bail bondsman, my tow truck company and she was always there when I needed her.
I just wished I had known how sick she truly was so I could have tried to be on my best behavior for the last couple years. I look back at all the what-ifs. I should have done this I should have done that.
I have a terminal disease. I saw my mother doing a lot of extra exercising on her bike about 6 months ago. I said you’re really going at that exercise aren’t you? She said yes. I got to build myself up so I can take care of you when you get sick (she knew I was at full blown aids) See my mother was still putting me ahead of herself. That is the great mother that she was.
If there is any good of this they say that the hardest thing is for a parent to bury a child. At least now my mother does not have to go through the grief of watching me die.
I got to admit I know I am going to especially miss her when I am at my end but it is better this way. I was always worried what would happen to her without me. My brother wouldn't take care of her. I vowed to never let her enter a nursing home as long as I was able.
I am sad. I can’t believe cancer can enter ones life in less than 30 days and your loved one be gone forever.