Hello all. I wanted to offer an update that I lost my husband November 20, 2012 to GBM. He put up a good fight. We lived as good a year as was possible. He was surrounded by love and, for the most part, died peacefully in our local hospice center with our two children and me by his side.
I hate adding this without offering some hope to those of you new to this disease. Our neurosurgeon told us that the surgery, radiation and chemo would offer us approximately one good year - beyond that, a bonus. She stressed that we needed to push the things we wanted to do to the front of the year, and to enjoy every minute. She also said that often, with GBM's, patients do very well until the end when they "go down like a freight train." That was our experience. When his condition began to turn, it went reasonably fast. We've had our hard times, but we've had our wonderful times, too. It was the most intimate year of our marriage.
I still maintain, if he had his choice of ways to die, he would have chosen this one. It allowed him to take time off work, enjoy his family, say all of his good-byes, and do many bucket list items. Unlike many, his right temporal tumor did not cause much up-front trouble. (No brain tumor is good, but the right temporal ones are much easier than some others.) All in all, it is rare that one gets notice of when they might die, and are willing and able to take that advice and put it to good use. He is my hero for doing just that. Our kids were able to adjust to his passing over time, and the whole process, while hard, was manageable.
I truly am sorry for those of you newly diagnosed with this disease. I wish for you better options than are currently available. I will also agree with many here - hospice was very, very helpful to us. They helped me maintain dignity and compassion when times got too hard for me to do it all alone. I also commend my husband for stressing, in front of multiple people, that once he was profoundly confused, that he did NOT want to be sustained in that condition. It became apparent to us that forcing him to be alert (with steroid use) only forced him to witness his own decline, which was not compassionate. We were blessed with his foresight and directions and a supportive family. I wish for all of you loving support, because it is invaluable.
Good luck to everyone. I'm hitting that island with Karyn where us battle-scarred caregivers have all the luxuries! : )
Hugs and tears for all of you.