Aug 06, 2014 - 10:10 am
I don't like smugness, especially having an "I told you so" feeling over anything relating to my mom's cancer, so I hope the scare of the past few days will convince my parents to take my concerns more seriously going forward. My mom finally relented and agreed to see her oncologist two days earlier than she was scheduled to, so my dad took her in on Monday, and I left work early to go meet them, at 4:30pm (later than I would have liked). When I arrived at her hospital room I was greeted by a state of pandemonium as my dad burst from the room shouting at me to get a coffee cup. I was in a bit of shock and completely clueless as to where they kept the coffee cups in this part of the hospital. It turns out my mom was vomitting horribly, had been in fact ever since 2pm that day, and she was so weak and miserable that whenever she was able to pause to take a breath, she'd gasp out, alternately in English or Greek, something along the lines of "I can't do this anymore," "Just let this be over," "I want to die." In short, my mom had to stay that evening for over 2 hours to get potassium and fluids through an IV, as well as fluconazole for her thrush. The oncologist agreed that while the irinotecan had been proving to be very effective in shrinking her tumors and stopping further metastatsis, that the current mix was too much for my mom to handle and that they'd have to look at other options. My mom had to go in to the hospital yesterday too for another five hours of IV, and she feels a lot better now, though obviously still weak and her throat still isn't feeling great. She's been prescribed Nystatin to further remedy her thrush and hopefully the sores will go away and she can start eating soon.
The really good news is that I finally got release of medical information authorization forms cleared yesterday, because the difficulty of communication with the doctor has been driving me nuts, and now at least I feel like I have some more control to prevent something like this from happening again.