Hello everyone. I've decided to post something as I've drawn a lot of comfort (and inspiration) from reading other people's comments over the last few months. I hope my story will be read by others seeking answers or just curious to know other people are experiencing the same feelings/emotions as them.
My mum was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer almost 2 years ago. She's one of the lucky ones (if I can call her that). Given the poor survival rate for people with pancreatic cancer, it's fair to say I expected mum to have passed away months after her diagnosis.
Since her diagnosis, it has been a rollercoaster emotionally. Mum started treatment straightaway, although she was initially reluctant (stubborn more like!). Thankfully she responded well and treatment continued for over a year.
But we always knew the time would come when the cancer would lose control and take over. We're at that stage now. Mum stopped treatment about 3 months ago and is deteriorating with surprising speed. It's awful to see her in such pain and her medication makes her very drowsy and confused at times.
We've no idea how long she might have left, but with such a depressed appetite it's likely to be weeks.
