day an’ night.
a closed Book.
Warning: Describes Brain Cancer Symptoms in Final Weeks
This poem is a representation of how brain cancer seems to be trapping my mother-in-law inside and closing down physical and mental functions. She is depreciating rapidly, although we can see (at the moment) she’s still able to understand us. Here is how quickly she’s deteriorating:
- Three weeks ago I went into the city with my mother-in-law. We got her a wheeled zimmer/walker to help her declining mobility and she was using it so fast that I couldn’t keep up with her. She was shopping frantically, giving us her usual demands and telling jokes. Just being her normal self. A week later we received the news that she had 3-6 weeks to live with the high grade cancer in the lining of her brain.
- Last Sunday I visited her in the hospital. She was desperate to go out for lunch and because her mobility had declined further, we put her in the wheelchair to be on the safe side. She ate a huge plate of pie alone. I noticed she was more demanding than usual, but her conversational skills were limited and she was muddled/confused and said some ‘off the wall’ things. She seemed more child-like but still herself. My son didn’t notice much of a difference.
- Now this Saturday six days after our previous visit, she has lost almost all ability to speak. She had no interest in leaving the hospital (very unusual) and spent her time drifting in and out of sleep. She struggles getting up off her seat with help and doesn’t know how to walk. My husband spoon fed her.
She has good pain relief and seems relaxed now and we take some comfort from that. For more information on Brain Tumours, I am finding this website very useful and so far she’s sadly following the pattern: bt buddies