Changing rapidly now...

It hurts.  It hurts my head and my heart and my eyes and my ears.  To hear the updates, to know that things are not well.  It's not enjoyable.  When my phone rings and "hospice" comes up on the caller i.d., I instinctively hold my breathe, pray for the best, and prepare for the worst.  Amber doesn't call me when there is no reason to call.  She always makes sure I am up to date on any changes, gives me her opinion on whether or not she thinks things are worth worrying about.  Today the changes are worth worrying about.

My mom is retaining a LOT of fluid in her abdomen.  They had been doing measurements to gauge any changes in her abdominal size, and for three weeks, no change.  Today they didn't even have to get the tape measure out.  The signs of swelling were visible with the eye.  Hospice knew the swelling was there without even having to touch her abdomen...I am trying for the life of me to remember how hospice tried to describe it to me, but I think after I heard 'dramatic increase in abdomen size', my mind shut down for a bit.  Just for a few seconds.  I quickly returned to the 'game' and listened intently and with purpose.  We all know what's coming.  For goodness sakes, we have known for close to three years.  Three glorious, terrifying, cherishable, painful years knowing that pancreatic cancer will ultimately be her demise.  BUT I now know I have been in sort of a denial phase.  She really has surpassed the traditional statistics.  By all measures she is a FIGHTER by nature.  Nothing that she has gone through has knocked her down and out.  NOTHING.  I long for her to pass on that trait to me.  This stage that she is in is NOT a good place to be.  I'm not sure if any blog readers out there know what Ascites really means.  I have read such terms as imminent death, transitioning to end stages, morbidity rates.  It's devastating and probably the worst news we could have gotten.

There are some treatment options for the fluid buildup, but unfortunately these 'fixes' are temporary.  She could go into the hospital and have the fluid drained with a gigantic needle, only to have the fluid return in approximately one weeks' time.  She also runs the risk of infection at the puncture site, possible 'poking' of something internally while draining the fluid, and also coming into contact with any 'sick germs' that would be floating about the hospital.  At this point, a cold could be devastating and Influenza would be almost deadly to her.  There are so many risks.  She is unsure of what she wants to do.  Unsure of the procedure and if the risks outweigh the benefits or vise versa.  She's not ready to say 'yes' to the procedure, but not saying no either.  We discussed it tonight via telephone, and she discussed it with her husband as well.  Doing anything for her health has got to be on HER terms and no one elses.  My opinion does not matter.  I will support her in whatever decision she makes.  She is leaning towards no.  All along she has said no more hospital intervention, no doctors appointments, nothing.  That's her call and I stand by her 100%.  But I know the fluid will soon cause her major discomfort in the simple things...breathing, laying down, sneezing.  It will become unbearable.  Under that stress she may make different decisions.  Once again....her call.

So for now she is still showing that fighting spirit.  She puts up a good front, giggles to me on the phone about the impending snow storm, and makes sure I am recovered from the flu.  I am Blessed.  Blessed to be her daughter, to have travelled on this journey of life with her.  Instilling in me her values and her strength.  There's no way I would be where I am at without her.  I am no millionaire working the perfect job with the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood with perfect kids.  What I am is honest, nurturing, forgiving, and motherly.  All learned from the greatest woman on earth....my mom.

So there's where we are at today.  Preparing for her hubby to take his leave from work sooner than later.  Trying to stay faithful in a world felt hopeless.  Somehow, someway, this will all make sense as to why its' happening.  Just not now.  I long for Christmas Eve...the one day that has ALWAYS been reserved for our Christmas at Maga Moon's.  This Christmas will be special.  This Christmas will be ours.  I will not worry about how well I wrapped the gifts, or what dress the girls are wearing.  Everything has changed this year.  The petty and invaluable are so apparent and clear to me.  More clear than ever.  I have cancer to thank for that.  Asking of course for all of you to lift my mother up in prayer and bless her with the ability to be as comfortable and pain free as possible.  This is ultimately the start of an incredibly bumpy road.  Wearing my seatbelt and helmet.....