My mom is dying
I mean, we all are. But she has dementia and now, Breast cancer. The most aggressive breast cancer that she cant wrap her head around. We have a few options to treat it. She doest want treatment. But she's easy to persuade. She trusts my brother and I. An anti body treatment, that I don't know enough about but my brother feels could be a benefit, is what we want to do. What he wants to do.
He cant bear her dying. She's the one person in our, his, life that loves him unconditionally.
I think my issue is that I know he is right, but I also know that she has conditions. But her sweet son, the only picture she has in her room of her family, is her night and day. I don't really mind, I adore my brother. He is the kindest man I've ever known.
He and I are 10 years apart. He had a different mom than I did. I mean, the same lady, but different lives.
I don't want her to die!
But I know how she feels. She wants to be done. She's not scared of death at all.
She doesn't want to die sick and in a hospital. She, like most people, wants to die in her sleep. Easily.
If she does this treatment she's going to be rashy and poop herself. Her dementia will get worse. She will be so humiliated and if it's not too far gone, sad she can't remember things like the names of her great grandchildren.
I also don't want her to die writhing in pain.
I don't know what to do.
If she receives no treatment at all it's going to spread and she's going to be in so much pain. or maybe her dementia will finally take her memory.
My job in her old age, according to her, is to make sure she's not stinky. This has been my duty given to me, by her, since I was far younger. And she's not stinky. I don't even have to do anything. But I do pay her bills and get her to appointments...and buy her milkshakes because she hates the food where she's at. I remind her that she's not stupid, that her brain is not doing the job it has always done. But thats her dementia. She cant smell or taste. Which, for her, someone who could smell and taste everything from 35 miles away, is really hard on her. But she still likes Ice cream. So I take her to the one place in town that still makes actual ice cream milkshakes.
My last aunt just died.
My last uncle just died.
My mother in law has just been told she has congestive heart failure, what her mother died from.
My family is growing so small.
He cant bear her dying. She's the one person in our, his, life that loves him unconditionally.
I think my issue is that I know he is right, but I also know that she has conditions. But her sweet son, the only picture she has in her room of her family, is her night and day. I don't really mind, I adore my brother. He is the kindest man I've ever known.
He and I are 10 years apart. He had a different mom than I did. I mean, the same lady, but different lives.
I don't want her to die!
But I know how she feels. She wants to be done. She's not scared of death at all.
She doesn't want to die sick and in a hospital. She, like most people, wants to die in her sleep. Easily.
If she does this treatment she's going to be rashy and poop herself. Her dementia will get worse. She will be so humiliated and if it's not too far gone, sad she can't remember things like the names of her great grandchildren.
I also don't want her to die writhing in pain.
I don't know what to do.
If she receives no treatment at all it's going to spread and she's going to be in so much pain. or maybe her dementia will finally take her memory.
My job in her old age, according to her, is to make sure she's not stinky. This has been my duty given to me, by her, since I was far younger. And she's not stinky. I don't even have to do anything. But I do pay her bills and get her to appointments...and buy her milkshakes because she hates the food where she's at. I remind her that she's not stupid, that her brain is not doing the job it has always done. But thats her dementia. She cant smell or taste. Which, for her, someone who could smell and taste everything from 35 miles away, is really hard on her. But she still likes Ice cream. So I take her to the one place in town that still makes actual ice cream milkshakes.
My last aunt just died.
My last uncle just died.
My mother in law has just been told she has congestive heart failure, what her mother died from.
My family is growing so small.
