My mother here died of cancer. She went through Chemo Therapy and even participated in a clinical study which gave ner by receiving the latest medical technology possibly another 6 months of mornings.
I can deal with a lot of shit and trouble, so....as much as I went daily to my GrandMa in the elderly home nest door, I took care. She sticked to her part of the deal of having a dry place to sleep and food no matter how much trouble I caused the overloards ruling here.
This is what the docs ain telling.
The survival rate of a cancer diagnosis is like that of the Vietnam war for Big Red One. 80% die. Chemo is like a massive artillery fire in opposite to a precision strike with a missile. The letter are the operations to get the cancer knots out.
First, appetite loss comes, yet despite the artificial nutrition by infusion it is important that the body keeps working and therefore eating to digest is important. I asked my mom what she would like, if she could just freely choose, what taste came in her mind and so I started cooking pudding from pulver with adding sugar. That she ate well.
Moveing bacme difficult and even so she was sweating she kept feeling cold. A huge pile of blankets and my GrandAunts old full size electric heatable blanket did well. This way she also started drinking more and liked vitamin fizzy tablets cleared in clear water a lot. At some point she needed dipers and the mobile medical service was of great help to also wash her and change dipers and underwear.
Her legs started to swollow, but she had no hairloss, something very important for especially women.
She also liked soups, preasure cooker little spiced vegetable soups from groceries and later Astronaut Foot, drinkable all-in full meals remained at the end.
She got at some point aggressive out of no reason and as I thought, based on stories of Rottweiler dogs with braincancer attacking their owners, the doctors confirmed metastasen in the brain. Understanding that it was the cancer she was able to hold her fire and when having to start with opiots she decided to rest in the local hospitals paliative station.
R.I.P.
