It seems like every doctor’s visit brings more bad news.
Today we learned that Mum’s bilirubin level is 3.5. About 10 days ago it was 1.8. Over 4.0 means liver failure. Things don’t look good. At this point, her oncologist estimates she has 2 to 4 weeks left to live.
I took her home from the appointment and a parade of hospice folks arrived: someone delivering oxygen and a wheelchair, a chaplain and a social worker. Their almost simultaneous arrival was unplanned.
Thanks to all of them, Mum now has oxygen at home and portable oxygen, a wheelchair in case we want to take her places, a lifeline alert system in the process of being set up, a volunteer to come over and record her thoughts and stories and a bedside commode on its way.
Christopher arrives from France tonight and will stay for 2 weeks.
I can’t imagine how Mum feels, having her time on Earth cut so short. I’m reeling, myself.
I’m not sure what we need at this point. Other than WiFi at her house so I can work from there in the afternoons. 😉 I want to spend as much time as I can with her, as heartbreaking as it is to see her body cease to function. I go between realizing that we’ll have to say goodbye soon to believing that she’ll somehow fight the cancer back and become a world-traveling evangelist for alternative cancer cures.
Keep sending those good thoughts. We need them.