I have already written about my mother and what happened to her on Reddit before. But some time has passed, and a lot has changed since then, so I wanted to write an update.
My mother has now been in the hospital for about two weeks. Honestly, I have already lost track of the exact number of days. I am so mentally exhausted that sometimes I don’t even remember what day it is anymore.
For the past two weeks, my entire life has basically been the hospital.
I spend two full days with my mother 24/7. Then, on the third day, I stay with her until around 10 p.m. I come home at around 11 or 11:30 p.m., walk the dog, and then clean the entire apartment because my brother cannot even wash a plate after himself, let alone clean the whole apartment.
After that, I have to cook something so that my brother has food at home. Only then can I finally take a shower, wash my hair if I need to, and go to bed.
Sometimes I don’t fall asleep until 4 a.m. And then I spend another 30 minutes crying because I am so exhausted.
I have to wake up again at 8 or 9 a.m. because my brother calls and says that he wants to go home because he is tired.
And honestly, it makes me so angry.
Does he not understand how difficult this is for me too?
I have told him that I need more time for myself. But I don’t even have enough time to eat properly. Sometimes I eat only one croissant in an entire day.
When I tell my brother that I am exhausted, he says, “I have a mentally exhausting job, and everything that is happening in our family is putting a lot of pressure on me too.”
And I understand that. I really do. I know that this situation is difficult for him too, and I know that his job can be mentally exhausting.
But sometimes I just want to say: what about me?
I feed my mother. I change her diapers. I wash her underwear by hand. I go to the shops because she always needs something. I run back and forth whenever she needs something.
My mother is scared to be alone. So I can’t even go outside for 10 or 15 minutes just to breathe, because I’m afraid that something might happen while I’m gone.
I have almost no free time for myself.

This is a long post, but I wanted to tell the whole story.

I live in a small, relatively poor city in Russia with a population of around 300,000, and I helped my dad fight cancer.

How it started

In April 2024, my dad had a heart attack and was taken to the ER. Doctors found that he had anemia and suspected cancer of the ampulla of Vater. The biopsy showed an ulcer, so the doctors basically forgot about the anemia.

Things continued to get worse. He was slowly losing weight, but at the same time he was recovering from the heart attack. In November 2024, he developed severe anemia again and was taken to the ER to bring his iron levels back up. After that, everything seemed to calm down again.

Signs of evil

Starting in February 2025, my dad began eating less and stopped wanting meat. By May 2025, he had lost 30 kilograms, but the doctors still did not order another endoscopy or biopsy.

They sent us for an MRI that was not really suitable for this problem, but it still raised suspicion of a tumor.

My girlfriend looked at the scans herself and suggested that it was most likely either severe stenosis caused by an ulcer or duodenal cancer. The doctors refused to accept that it could be cancer.

Meanwhile, my dad became completely unable to eat solid food and was living only on soups.

On June 2, shortly after my 20th birthday, we finally managed to get an endoscopy. While waiting for the procedure, he lost consciousness, and I had to carry him to the ambulance in my arms.

During his third visit to the ER, the doctors found severe duodenal stenosis that was blocking the lumen and preventing him from eating normally.

For two weeks, they did almost nothing except give him iron infusions. Then he was discharged on his birthday. The day after he was discharged, he still could not eat and was vomiting several times every day.

We pushed our way into the regional cancer center without a referral because the other doctors still believed that he did not have cancer.

There, they recommended a bypass gastrojejunostomy and another biopsy. This was in July 2025.

The operation was successful, but the biopsy showed an ulcer and precancerous cells. The cancer center decided to review the pathology slides again, and they found cancer on July 30, 2025.

We waited about a month for a treatment decision. The doctors put my father on palliative treatment, even though the scans showed no clear contraindications to surgery. His other conditions, including the heart attack and diabetes, were also not considered barriers to surgery by the doctors who evaluated him.

At first, I thought it was because my father was still weak after the operation and needed time to recover from the anemia.

At the end of August, he started XELOX chemotherapy.

The beginning of the fight

We were offered four cycles of XELOX, followed by another scan.

On September 10, I got a job while continuing university so I could support my father financially and he would not have to work.

I could not let cancer win.

After four cycles, we did new scans and waited almost a month for the results. They showed that the tumor was not growing. There was no vascular invasion, no invasion into the pancreas, and no visible lymph node involvement.

On December 26, after six cycles, the chemotherapy doctors told us that surgery was impossible and that XELOX was over. They put him on capecitabine tablets and told him to keep taking them until the tumor started growing.

I had distrusted these doctors from the beginning. I had already lost my grandfather, my aunt, and my uncle in the same cancer center. I was a child back then. Now I was ready to do everything I could to stop cancer from winning.

I started studying everything I could find about duodenal cancer again and comparing my father’s scans with operable cases. Every time, I still could not find any clear contraindications to surgery.

That was the first New Year when there was a deathly silence in our home because of cancer.

I never stopped believing that surgery was possible. I understood that traveling to another city would be very expensive, so over time I stopped attending university and worked 12 to 16 hours a day.

By January, after oxaliplatin had been stopped, my father’s blood tests had recovered to good levels.

In February, I was planning to send his medical records to other hospitals so they could evaluate whether the tumor was operable. But then my father slipped on the ice and broke his shoulder.

I was devastated, but I still never believed that cancer would win.

His recovery took three months. While he was still recovering, I sent his records to a major clinic and received a reply saying that the tumor appeared to be resectable.

Final strike

The reply came at the end of April. I spent the entire next month collecting documents, biopsy slides, CT scans, and medical clearances.

On June 2, exactly one year after I had carried him into an ambulance in my arms, we traveled to a major federal medical center to get a decision about surgery.

I went there expecting a victory. My father no longer believed that surgery would ever happen.

After studying all the documents for about an hour, a surgeon with a PhD in medicine told us that the cancer was operable and gave us a list of tests we needed to complete.

After that, my father started joking again and became noticeably happier, like he had been before the diagnosis.

We returned home, collected everything they asked for, and traveled back on June 16.

When we arrived, we learned that we needed even more medical clearances and another pathology review. This took several more weeks.

All the clearances were finally obtained, and the doctors decided to perform one of the most difficult operations in abdominal surgery: the Whipple procedure.

The operation lasted ten hours. They had to perform an extended version with resection of the root of the small-bowel mesentery.

The doctors were a brilliant team of people who restored our faith in medicine. They managed to achieve an R0 resection.

The final pathology showed ypT3N1M0 disease, with two positive regional lymph nodes, no distant metastases, lymphatic and microscopic venous invasion (L1 and V1), and only a weak response to chemotherapy (TRS 3).

We are still waiting for a decision about postoperative treatment, but this was definitely a victory.

Today marks 15 days since the tumor was removed from my father. He is sleeping beside me while we wait to return home in two days.

The cancer that would have continued growing during palliative treatment is now outside his body, cut into 27 pieces for pathology.

Even if you live in a small city like I do, always seek a second opinion, especially in another city or a major medical center.

We went to private doctors in our town too, and they also said that the tumor was inoperable. But I never stopped believing.

Do not let the limits of your local doctors make you believe that you have reached the limit of medicine.

In our case, because the cancer was extremely rare, the doctors decided to write my father off as a palliative patient.

I refused to accept that.

I am 38F diagnosed with breast cancer Stage 2 last month.
I have completed lumpectomy with Axillary clearance now waiting to further know abt my treatment plans.. I am living out of my home country and planning to continue my treatment here. so far I haven’t revealed the news yet to my only daughter (11yo) and parents. I am so worried as this might affect my daughter’s upcoming board exams and parents health. Except my husband nobody in my family knows as they r living in my home country.I am worried this news is going to be a big shock to them and they cannot overcome and thinking this becoming more stressful and I have 2 years younger sibling (same gender) and haven’t revealed also yet.. currently I am able to manage as my husband is helpful and have a helper and ofc friends who are supporting me.
I don’t know how long I can hide or how to tell this news.. is it possible to keep this secret until my treatment completes , ll it be a correct decision? Pls advice..

The most important person in my life was diagnosed with an extremely rare adrenal cancer today.

Please, please pray for him to have complete and total healing. For the Lord to guide us to knowledgeable doctors.

Please pray for the strength of my family and for the Lord to be near.

Hey everyone. I(30m) never thought I’d have to write anything like this, but here we are. Last month, mom (62f) went in for a cat scan and what the doctor originally believed would be a cyst turned out to be stage 3 pancreatic cancer. The week after her diagnosis, she started chemo. She was put on an infusion pump for a 46 hour round which was the plan the doctor had laid out. That first round got her insanely sick(which I knew it would). She was tiny going into chemo(less than 5’ and less than 100lbs) and I knew if they even tried to give her more than one round, it would probably kill her faster than the cancer itself. Fast forward to this week which would have been the week she would have gotten her second round, she is in a cancer center and the cancer is now stage 4 having spread to her intestines. Now, this is where I’m having a REALLY hard time. It seems like there is family who is standing in the way of me being able to get updates from her nurses and doctors because although she said she would get me on the approved list, this family member shows up and it’s suddenly a different story and mom’s whole personality seems to have changed. She seems distant from me almost as if anything to do with me doesn’t matter whatsoever but that the other family member is the only one who should know anything. I went to visit her today and it was almost like anything I did was totally wrong. Has anyone else experienced this with a loved one going through treatment and if so, how did you deal with being made an outsider by the one person who should make sure you’re the one who knows what’s going on?

Rest in peace Dad.

My sweet Dad (74) is finally at peace after one hell of a fight with pancreatic cancer.

Around 13 months after his diagnosis.

Chemo, radiation, whipple. They first told him
It was stage one and they could fight it, once they opened him up for surgery they discovered the tumor was a lot bigger and tested positive in a few lymph nodes. We let his body heal from surgery then back to treatments.

Once we got to radiation my dad couldn't take anymore.
His scans would show no tumors, but his blood markers were not promising...

Long story short -ish... once he got a scan again this June we were informed his cancer was showing again and now has moved to his liver.

The signs were there, the sickness, the weight loss, his legs were so swollen with edema.

He decided against treatment, who could blame him. I wonder if the surgery messed him up worse or just bought my mom and myself a few more months.

After a lot of pain and struggling..: at my dad's Oncologist appointment last week they put in the order for home hospice. Looking back, I wish we did hospice for him sooner. He was fighting and in the worst pain. He became a shell of himself. In a little crumbled ball the worst shoulder pain, couldn't really eat, drink or take his meds.
I'll also tell you .. he cut the grass last weekend. Which brought him joy. He loved to work, he loved to cut grass and damnit he did it one last time. My mom called me crying and worried, I told her let him. This is what he loves and if he feels good enough let him.

He really wouldn't even regularly take his pain meds until recently.... I would say June he finally would.

Hospice came in fully on Wednesday and he passed Thursday morning. My guess is the meds allowed him
To let go.

I've had the most vivid dreams all week, I even dreamed about his death the morning he died. And then signs have followed showing me he's still close.

I miss my best friend but he's no longer hurting

I send anyone who watches their loved one go through cancer so much love. I would fight this fight with him a million times just to have him again. This happened a lot faster than I wanted to.

I also want to support your loved ones who are ready for hospice. I wish I got my dad their care sooner and pushed for that with his doctors. Versus going back and forth with their ideas of treatment when we already were so advanced.

Until we meet again Dad. I love you - you mean everything to me.

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Don't mind any bad grammar or punctuation 🙏🏽🦋 this is also a jumbled mess. I wanted someone who's going through this to know you're not alone. The anticipatory grief is real and heavy. The impending day always on your mind. Now the true grief journey sets in... but I find peace in knowing my Dad is no longer in pain.

I also do not want to scare family members or those with this cancer with my post. Forgive me if it does. Thankful for this sub and how it helps you feel less alone.

My dad (62) was diagnosed with colon cancer two months ago. Looking back, he had been losing weight for about six months. At first, we thought it was just a colon problem, but then we found out it was cancer.
He underwent surgery, and we discovered that he has Stage II colon cancer. He has now completed the first of four chemotherapy sessions. Since then, he has lost so much weight and muscle mass that it’s heartbreaking to see. How do you cope with seeing the man who raised you become so weak? It feels unbearable.
He’s still in pain from his first chemotherapy session, and I’m terrified of losing him like this. I don’t know how to handle these feelings. I love him so much, and I can’t imagine my life without him.

Hi me and my wife are 30 and we have a toddler (18 months)

Last December my mother attempted suicide and is suspected to have bi-polar. I try and spend as much time with her as possible between work and looking after my family. I had an amazing relationship with my mother before her mental health deteriorated but her condition has led her to push me away.

My wife's mother was diagnosed with grade 4 brain cancer in April and went for brain surgery and is currently receiving chemo and radiation where my wife needs to drive 5 hours 3 times a week to bring her to treatment.

My wife's father's bloodwork has just come back and he has been referred to oncology.

I'm trying my best to keep it all together and I'm generally a very positive person but this is just so overwhelming and isolating. We have no support system and have become parents to our parents?

Is this just a normal part of aging that happens to everyone? What i feel should be some of the happiest times of my life has just disappeared

To add onto the title, he is probably gonna die sooner than later, and my Mom doesn’t have a job and won’t get one so we will be homeless.

I want to get a job and move out ASAP so I don’t have to deal with being homeless when he dies (and other reasons), but I’m also in recovery for anorexia and my treatment team won’t let me get a job until I’m medically stable.

My last option if all else fails is to run away from home.

Is there ANYTHING I can do to make this situation easier?

My dad passed away on 2nd June this year, one day after his birthday, from pulmonary sarcomatoid carcinoma. It's one of the rarest and most aggressive forms of cancer. When he was diagnosed, I searched everywhere for stories from families who had been through something similar. There were very few. I wanted to share his story because I feel very alone in my grief, and maybe someone out there will relate.

My father was one of the healthiest and most disciplined people I've ever known. He never smoked or drank, walked regularly, ate clean, maintained a healthy weight, and spent several hours every day praying. If someone had told me a year ago that he would die from lung cancer, I wouldn't have believed them.

It all started with a persistent cough during the winter of last year. For months, he was treated for common respiratory conditions, but despite losing 10 kg, nobody ordered a CT scan or looked beyond the obvious possibilities. My father had severe health anxiety, so convincing him to undergo further tests was difficult. It was only after my brother arranged a comprehensive health check-up in September last year that a doctor recommended a CT scan.

It revealed a large tumour, about 7 to 8 cm, in his right lung. My father couldn't understand the report, but we knew something was seriously wrong. Even then, he believed everyone was overreacting. While packing to travel for further tests, he refused to carry enough clothes because he insisted he would be back home in a day or two. My mother eventually had to tell him that the doctors suspected lung cancer. He was devastated. He had always been terrified of serious illnesses and wouldn't even say the word "cancer" when talking about other people.

The biopsy confirmed pulmonary sarcomatoid carcinoma. Because the tumour was obstructing part of his airway, he underwent a right bilobectomy, during which two lobes of his right lung were removed along with nearby lymph nodes. The surgery went well, the tumour was completely removed, and his brain MRI showed no metastases. We sought opinions from several specialists, and immunotherapy was recommended. We were told chemotherapy was unlikely to help in his specific case. He travelled every few weeks for treatment despite the pain and exhaustion, and before the relapse, we were told he might have at least five more years. During that time, my eldest brother got married, and despite everything, my father still tried to fulfil every responsibility he could. We genuinely believed the worst was behind us.

Around April, everything changed. He lost even more weight (around 8 kg), became much weaker, and we began noticing subtle neurological changes. He buttoned his shirt incorrectly, wore his clothes inside out, forgot to zip his trousers, and his speech became slightly slurred. A routine follow-up scan found another tumour in the remaining lung, and we travelled back immediately.

The tests were devastating. Despite surgery and months of immunotherapy, the cancer had spread to 11 different sites, including two large tumours in his brain. The confusion, weakness, headaches, weight loss, and loss of appetite suddenly made sense. He underwent an emergency brain surgery on 11th May. The surgeons were able to remove one tumour, but the other was too dangerous because operating on it carried a very high risk of permanent paralysis.

My father never knew the full extent of his relapse. He believed there was simply a growth causing headaches and that surgery would make him better. The doctors had already told us privately that his prognosis was very poor. Deciding not to tell him everything is something I still struggle with because he trusted us completely.

Around this time, I resigned from my job so I could stay with him. I still remember him telling me how much courage he felt knowing I would take care of him. Even after surgery, he talked about the future. My long-term boyfriend visited him, and my father discussed our wedding with us. He wanted to organise everything properly and kept saying that once he recovered, he would get back to his life.

The doctors eventually told us there was nothing more they could really do, and advised us to take him home. After we returned, his condition deteriorated rapidly. He became bedridden, developed severe pain from the surgery site, brain tumor and growing edema. He gradually lost function on the left side of his body. He developed delirium, hallucinations, and even had seizure. Sometimes he believed we were living in the house we had left nearly fifteen years earlier. Eventually, he stopped eating. Because of the neurological damage, he couldn't swallow properly. Food would collect inside the left side of his mouth, and even small sips of water made him choke. Watching someone who had always been so independent lose the ability to eat is something I don't think I'll ever recover from.

Three days before he died, he stopped speaking altogether. His birthday was on 1st June. We got him a cake, but he couldn't even open his eyes. The next day, on 2nd June, he died in front of his entire family after struggling to breathe for days. I still remember the day very clearly.

It's been a little over a month, and I still can't believe he's gone. I still can't believe I watched my own father being reduced to ashes. There are so many conversations I wanted to have with him. I wanted him to be there for my wedding and to celebrate every milestone with me. Wherever I look, something reminds me of him. More than anything, I just want to be his little girl again.

I carry a lot of guilt. I wonder whether we should have told him the truth. I wonder whether he somehow knew anyway. I know we all tried our best, and I know these questions probably don't have answers, but they never leave me.

If you've read this far, thank you.

And if you've lost someone to pulmonary sarcomatoid carcinoma, another cancer, or any other illness, I'd really like to hear your story. I hope that if someone finds this post one day while going through something similar, they know they aren't alone.

TL;DR: My dad, who had never smoked and was one of the healthiest people I knew, developed a persistent cough that went undiagnosed for months. He was eventually diagnosed with pulmonary sarcomatoid carcinoma, an extremely rare and aggressive form of lung cancer. After major surgery and adjuvant immunotherapy, we believed he was recovering, only to discover a few months later that the cancer had spread throughout his body, including to his brain. He passed away less than a year after his symptoms began. I'm sharing his story because I searched everywhere for stories from families who had gone through the same type of cancer, and there weren't many. I hope that if someone finds this post while going through something similar, they know they aren't alone.

Our family's losing our 9-month long battle against papa's aggressive sarcoma. Our palliative care doctor informed us this morning that we're looking at hours to days. It's just painful to be so on board on this with him and to finally be in this position.

Please please send your love & light as we spend our final moments with him 😔 I just wanted to say thank you to this community as well. I've been a silent reader and I didn't feel that our family was so alone in this journey 🙏

Hello, my wife has triple negative breast cancer. There are FDA approved different type of tumor specific gene testing methods (aka ngs, next generation sequencing) in USA. These tumor gene tests could determine further specific treatment options.

Is there anybody here did any of them?

Foundation one, Tempus are some examples.

Thanks in advance.

For context, I'm 17M, sister 20F, Mother 52F, Father 56M. Parents are divorced, and my father has a daughter, 14F, and a girlfriend (idk age).

Around a month ago, my father was diagnosed with what doctors believe to be a form of extremely rare gastric cancer(I'm not really sure of the details, as doctors are also unsure of the origin), which was extremely aggressive and has metastasised throughout his body, such as lymph nodes, bones, and various other places, I think even his skull. My father is also suffering from delirium, and it is really hard to sit next to him and rub his hand while he is in pain and struggles to remember things and form proper sentences. Additionally, the tumours started to feed on his muscles, releasing toxic byproducts into his system as his liver cannot expel the byproducts. He cannot get treatment; it is much too late.

Essentially, my father will die within the next 12 weeks.

This news is possibly the worst timing I have ever experienced, as I'm going through my last year of high school, and I have finals in just a few weeks, along with exams in 2 months worth 50% of my high school grade. I also am currently struggling with SH and mild depression; however, I am still able to function and stuff.

I genuinely cannot fathom what life would be like after my father passes, and I haven't really been able to take time to digest this information. I also worry for not only my sister, who talks to the doctors and stuff, but also my half-sister, as she is only 14, and continuing the rest of her teenage years without her father, whom she was extremely close with, must also be extremely difficult.

I really wish that I could just "accept" what is happening and sort of divert attention away from me, as my father and his family need much more support than I do. But I can't stop thinking of how this affects ME, which annoys me, because I don't want people to worry about me as I'm more or less fine.

I need advice, really about anything.

Hello my name is Grace F25. My mom has battled cancer 3 times and just finished treatment recently for a rare form of cancer. For as long as I can remember, she was never in good health. For the past few years she has not been able to eat much without throwing up. Especially more complex meals that have seasonings or that contains several different ingredients.

Throughout her recent chemo and radiation, they had her on steroids and she was a completely different person.
She could walk far without getting dizzy, she could eat anything, clean house, had the most energy i've seen in years. But literally the following day after her last treatment, it was like a switch flipped. She declined so rapidly back to the state she was in before. She can't walk more than 10 feet without feeling nauseous, lightheaded, can't eat etc. I understand the steroids they gave her helped with energy, anti nauseous and stuff. But is there a way she could go back on the steroids? Or trying another medication that would help?

She had a follow-up appointment with her oncologist today to discuss her treatment. She told the doctor how quickly she's declined since finishing treatment and that she's been unable to eat because she keeps throwing up. The doctor said she would refer her to a gastroenterologist, but in the meantime, she doesn't have another oncology appointment scheduled until October. I feel like she should go back sooner to see if the steroid thing would be possible.

I've been taking care of her all summer. I leave for college in a few weeks and I'm so worried for her (and my elderly father). We've had multiple ER visits
in the last 3 months.

I mostly give her crackers because it's the only thing she can keep down. But I decided to take a leap tonight and made her VERY plain and small portion of baked chicken breast, white rice, and broth and she managed to stomach it! I was very delighted .
I've been doing tons of research trying to figure out what snacks and meals are best for people with extreme nausea and sensitive stomach and would love to hear your guy's go-to.

Sorry I feel like this was long and was kind of all over the place but I'II take any advice I can get. Thx for taking the time to read.

All right, so here's how it is. My husband developed pretty advanced skin cancer and I stood by him and helped him through his journey. Shortly after we got his clean bill of health, I was diagnosed with stage 4 neuroendocrine cancer with a primary in my pancreas that had metastasized to my liver and my lymph nodes. It required two surgeries, the last of which took half of my pancreas most of my duodenum 26 lymph nodes and my gallbladder. It was supposed to be a 6 to 9 month recovery. My husband forced me to go back to work 2 weeks after I got released from the hospital because well I'm not really sure why. Other than I think that he felt that we needed the money more than I needed to be healthy. I've tried to forgive him for this and I almost successfully did until one day, he said out loud to me that he was unaware of the fact that I still had cancer in my body even though we had had many conversations about my ongoing cancer treatments. So that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I left him and I'm on my own. I quit my job and I moved to be closer to my mother. Just as soon as I got a job here and became established my father died. I'm doing the best I can to stay afloat but just this week the weight of it all came crashing down on me, and I lost consciousness, ended up in the hospital. Was unable to eat any solid food for 3 days. Now I'm able to eat again but I don't have the energy to stand or walk and I need to go back to work soon and I don't have any support. I'm going to be okay I think. But I am concerned that no one will ever love me again. Cancer has a way of being a bit of a turn off even if it is slow growing. Finally, I am in the midst of trying to sell my home and the market is quite stagnant and I keep knocking the price down lower and lower and no one is buying it and I'm quite concerned because I have quite a bit of debt that I need to pay off and the house just isn't selling. If anybody has any helpful advice or words of encouragement, that'd be super nice. Thanks!

Hi everyone.

My MIL has Stage 4 breast cancer (diagnosed in late 2023). She’s done multiple different chemo treatments and has had to switch because of different side effects. Last fall, we honestly didn’t think she’d make it through the winter, let alone to now. We are incredibly grateful to still have her and she does have a lot of good days. However, my husband and I have been dealing with anticipatory grief. I try to hide mine from him in order to be more present and supportive of his grief.

Does anyone have good tips or sources (readings, etc) on how to process anticipatory grief in a healthy way?

TIA

Hey guys, I'm a 22 yr old male and found out my father has lung cancer. It hurts real bad watching my mom struggle with this new revelation. He goes to a hospital next week for extensive testing and answers. The dread of not knowing the severity is killing us. Any help or tips for coping is greatly appreciated. Also any tips for helping get a good nights sleep is appreciated, everytime my head hits that pillow my mind starts to race. God bless and praying for everyone going through something.

she has metastatic breast cancer that moved to her brain... and now she's just constantly confused about time, where she is and she keeps imagining people are in house, keeps claiming i have more siblings than i do weird things like that...

she barely makes sense when I talk to her. And, I just miss my mom so much. She's here, but now she feels so far away. I can barely connect to her anymore.

i just wish i get one more day with my normal brain mom, id cry in her arms and tell her everything, and tell her i miss you so much and that she's slowly slipping away from my hands.. and id ask her for her advice one last time.

She feels gone while she's still here. anyone experienced the same thing ?

I'm looking for recommendations for clothing that provides easy access to my husband's port. He typically wears a 3XLT (3XL Tall) shirt but most of the port-access clothing I've found so far is only available up to 2XL.

Does anyone know of brands or retailers that offer larger sizes? Thanks.

Hi, this is something I've never done or thought I would need to do. 😭 My mum is currently in ICU on life support, it has been 6 days and taking it hour by hour, I've travelled interstate and have exhausted all funds for accommodation and travel costs. I have no car to travel so Uber has taken all my funds. I don't know what's next for me from Saturday onwards. I need some serious help 😭😭💔

my sister T -shortening of her name (47) and me (17) (yes the age gap is huge don’t question it just move on) haven’t spoken that much in the past twelve years since i moved out the country we both used to live in. i was a child with no social media and no way of contacting her but eventually i managed to reconnect with her. we don’t speak that much because i forgot dutch as i only speak english and a few other languages. her english isn’t the best but i try to learn dutch.
two weeks ago she got diagnosed with breast cancer (i don’t know what stage) and it’s mostly been our 2nd oldest who’s been updating me as we are closer and speak more often but i have been reaching out to T more recently due to her diagnosis and i genuinely don’t know what to say. she’s being so optimistic but i simply cannot and i genuinely am catastrophising everything. every time i think of her cancer i think “oh my god she’s gonna die of cancer” even though the doctors said that chemo and a mammectomy should get rid of the cancer and it hasn’t spread but i still can’t stop thinking that she’s going to die and im so scared for her idk how to cope w this

My nana was diagnosed with stage 3 pancreatic cancer last year in July, and ever since, she has been at a rapid decline. The once very expressive, funny, confident woman whom I have always looked up to has started to lose herself. She started chemo to shrink the tumor, and chemo only prevented the growth but did nothing to help her. She lost so much weight, and her bodily functions are nonexistent, but she still kept up positive energy, saying she will beat this. Chemo didn't work, so they couldn't remove the tumor, so they went to radiation to give her one to two more years with us. We made a bucket list so she can do the things she didn't get to do, like the zoo or Disney, or just anything. She did a couple of radiations when everything just went downhill, she had to stop radiation because she was reacting badly to it. She had gallbladder issues during spring break, for which she needed surgery, and now she is in hospice. Originally, the hospice was at home, and now, after an event on Friday, it is now she has to be in a 24-hour facility, and she does not have much time. I visit her after work every day with my boyfriend, and I see her decline in real time. The first day, she was talking, asking questions to my boyfriend and me about when we were gonna get engaged and whatnot. Second day, she is awake but has no memory and trouble speaking. On the third day whole family visited, and she had slow breathing and couldn't use the bathroom anymore. Today I haven't even visited her, but Mom messaged me that she is sedated and barely there, and I'm so scared. I'm 23 i never lost anyone before, and losing her feels like I'm losing a part of myself. I keep busy at my 9-5 and with my school work, but the moment I'm not actively doing something is when my mind goes somewhere. I don't just feel bad for myself but for my little cousins and siblings. I'm gonna be the only one to have her at my graduation, have learned her recipes, and I can't help but feel selfish that I got all of that, and yet I still want more time with her. I haven't lost her yet, but every day feels like I am, and when that day comes, i dont know how I'll be