10 weeks ago my lovely mum was diagnosed with incurable stage 4 lung cancer that has spread to her spine and breast.
She walked into the hospital a beautiful trendy 72yr old woman with a suspected trapped nerve and has become a frail, spaced out shell of her former self who is dying in front of my eyes…
I don’t know how to cope with this and am trying to juggle my own family, job and do all I can for my parents but some days I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. It is so unfair and I just don’t understand how she’s went downhill so quickly.
She was on MST but has since been switched to oxycodene which seems to agree with her more. She had 5 bouts of radiotherapy but is too weak for chemo and unless her strength etc picks up she is not a candidate for immunotherapy.
She Is at home now. We don’t know her prognosis (mum didn’t want to know), but I am so scared and I know deep down she isn’t going to be with us much longer but it’s getting harder and harder to stay strong and upbeat.
