My husband had inoperable GBM IV of the thalamus. His cancer was very aggressive and caused measureable mental and physical decline each day. He was working on Friday and Sunday I took him to the ER because I thought he had a stroke. When we left the hospital 8 days later he was almost childlike and had very limited use of his right side.
My daughter moved back home and worked limited hours and my son came every evening after work because my husband had to be watched continually- he couldn't remember that he had limited function in his right leg and would fall, if he had a glass of water and looked away he couldn't keep his cup upright and would spill the contents, he couldn't remember that he had brain cancer and was very confused by the limitations in his life, and he had great difficulty with talking.
My husband had to be rehospitalized for intestinal bleeding just 2 weeks later. He was there for a week and wanted to come home so we brought him home. It is very difficult to watch the one you love die a little more each day. However I am very glad that we were able to give him the comfort of our care and our home.
When he came home he was in a wheelchair but insisted on using the restroom. So that became the main object of every day- getting him from the wheelchair to the walker (to get through the bathroom door) to the toilet. That was the last shred of dignity that he had so as long as he wanted to try we would help him. I had to hire help during the day because it took two people to accomplish the mission.
At 8 weeks he could no longer get out of bed or even feed himself. We used condom catheters so that we wouldn't have to change the depends so often. Preventing bed sores became our main physical mission. That was exhausting, we had to turn him every 2 hours. Hospice sent someone for baths :) 2x and then 3 x a week. The nurse came a minimum of 1x a week or whatever was needed. The doctor only came once a month. You can call them anytime for advice.
Seizures were a real concern but he didn't have any until the last week and they were mild ones. He had some headaches but not terrible ones. He did have a lot of abdominal pain and leg pain that was not as easily managed. The last week of his life he slept most of the time and refused food and water.
Our battle was only 12 weeks but it seemed like forever. It was a horrible thing to go through but when you love someone you do what you need to do. I know I spent too much time crying during his illness but I couldn't stop- I knew from the beginning that he was dying. I have read that many GBM patients are angry but my husband was never even cross and seeing my continually teary eyed face must have been annoying at the very least but he never complained. I miss him terribly.
In an effort to keep things short I am sure I have left out things - message me with any questions.
If you have support you can get through hospice at home. Pray for God's help, it will be difficult but worth it.
I will be praying for you.