To start off, I thought I would give a quick status update. I had some really bad pain issues these past few weeks. I had some new pain down my back, which was nerve pain that caused pain all the way down my leg into my foot. I was suffering the most since I went on hospice. Finally on Monday I was feeling better. My nurse and doctor worked daily adjusting medicines and doses to try to relieve my pain. I am so glad they were successful. I was worried to have new pain, and it is discouraging to know that the cancer is growing and spreading and getting worse.
Because I am on hospice, I can no longer have scans done to see where and how much the cancer is growing.. The assumption is that the cancer IS growing and it will eventually get to the point where it kills me. Hospice's role is to keep me comfortable while this happens, not prevent it from happening.
When I stopped chemo, I felt guilty. I thought maybe I should research different trial drugs or something. I felt that choosing to quit chemo was choosing to die. Dan always says that deciding to do chemo is not necessarily deciding to live, because the chemo may not work and you die anyway. Or, the chemo does damage to your liver and heart (like it was doing to me) and you die quicker. Choosing not to continue chemo is not choosing to die either. I did not choose to get cancer, so choosing not to poison myself to maybe slow down the cancer or shrink it, is not choosing to die.
The only choice I have is how I live each day I have. How I choose to treat those around me, how to make every day count. That is all any of us have. Life is not guaranteed. I realized this again when a dear friend of ours died suddenly from blood clots after having knee surgery. He was only 41 years old. How grateful I am to KNOW that I am dying, and to have the time to prepare. I don't think I will ever be ready. How could I be ready to leave my friends, family, and my children. Ugh. Sorry for be such a downer!