> Having an advocate
There aren’t enough upvotes in the world to highlight this! The average person never understands until they go through it. My dad, my brothers, and I were her advocates. At one point, laying the facts out to the doctors who were delaying some of her tests due to “insurance requirements” (false) and pleading with them that it felt like my mom was being forced to advocate for her own life at a time when she should be taken care of by the “experts”!
We took shifts, around the clock, getting visitation exceptions to at least have 1 person sitting in the room with her at all times. Because the doctors had the amazing ability to burst into a room and present options to a half-cognizant woman suffering from cancer and expect her to make a decision there-and-then.
> I can’t imagine what would have happened if me and my siblings weren’t able to help her.
The exact thought I had as I walked out of the cancer ward past all the other rooms filled with people, laying there, alone. No one to advocate for them.
There’s just a dizzying amount of information, decisions, staying on top of doctors, following up, describing symptoms such that nurses / doctors actually check to rule out new causes (e.g. describing stomach pain and lack of bowel movements over multiple days before they finally checked her stomach and found a blockage due to a new tumor in her intestine)... it’s hard to imagine how anyone could get along alone in a hospital with a complex case.
Overall, the hospital experience left a bad taste in my mouth.
I was happy that my mom knew she was loved by all of us though, and I got be bedside and talk with her for her last couple weeks. I never thought I’d lose my mom this early, but I’m glad there wasn’t anything left unresolved between us. She knew I was proud of her; she knew she was the best mom a son could ever ask for in my eyes. I loved her.