This past week I sat in hospice with my sister for 5 days. Her fight for 9 months was heroic but hopeless. She tried Gemzar/Abraxene and 5 FU. Her problem was constant infections. Several operations to clear infections at the stent, C Diff, UTIs, and some that they simply gave up trying to determine were the infection was. She had terrible neuropathy from the 5 FU and her mouth and throat were lined with ulcers. She so wanted to live for her children and grandchildren but it was not to be. As I look back at these past few months, I wish she had said enough when the Whipple was stopped after they opened her up. She was fighting so hard to live that she ended up keeping herself away from everyone because she was so fearful of picking up any germs. Three months with the ones she loved would have been better than the six months she spent with just the bathroom and her bed.
It is a choice that no one but the person going through it can make. It is a heartbreaking disease that seems to be attacking more and more people. My sister is the sixth person I know personally that has died of this disease. One of our friends was diagnosed 3 years ago and said he would try radiation but no chemo or surgery. We have enjoyed his company now for 3 years though his last report was not good. So a few months or a few years, I don't think they have a clue.
My sister told me that she believed that the day we were born our expiration date was determined. Perhaps she was correct. Up until my sister, our family has lived exceptionally long lives. She was an amazing person that touched so many lives by just the small things she did for everyone. I will miss her terribly and I know there are many more like me.