Cancer The Untold Story

Corrie was through the stages of menopause or thought. The problem was that she was in severe pain most of the time. After trying to convince your doctor that was different from the normal symptoms of menopause, a scanner discovered large fibroids, hysterectomy and therefore was organized. Seemed routine operation, and she was out of the hospital quickly, however, a tumor was found in the coating of the flexible wall of the uterus and found that a diagnosis was uterine sarcoma. A rare type of cancer and life threatening.However, the consultant was pretty sure they had some kind of cancer in the op, but still refers to sarcoma experts at the Christie Hospital, Manchester.I went with him in February for the first appointment, the consultant confirmed that they believed was a "phase 1" sarcoma and they just keep an eye on it, no treatment needed. He also arranged for the biopsy re Christies seen by its staff.In late March, a letter arrived, saying they were re cancer classification of a "step 1b", a more aggressive type of sarcoma and another appointment was made with the consultant. Corrie was a trusted and was not too worried because I felt they were on top of things. He saw the consultant in April and organized a chest radiograph, while explaining that due to the re classification, would be keeping an eye on things. Corrie chest radiography had a couple of weeks later, and it was clear that, if things seemed fine. A CT scan was organized in early JuneIn May, Corrie complained of a pain in the neck and right shoulder. She went to the gym regularly, so I thought he had pulled a muscle. However, the pain was unbearable, driving was a problem and sleep was difficult. Still under the impression that he had pulled a muscle or a pinched nerve, he went to CT. I went with her to get results during the second week of June, as it was in the conduct of agony.The employee came to Stony face, and said that her cancer had spread. He had many groups of tumors around her pelvic area, in its bladder and bowels and pressing against his back. I was very sad, and I was shocked and upset, but Corrie acted as if she had just learned that someone had spilled his cup of tea. She barely blinked, and asked what he was going to do about it. I was surprised by her reaction and asked if he wanted to know what it meant in terms of long-term prognosis."No," she said. "I just want to know what we will do about it."He asked her if she felt any symptoms, and mentioned the pain in his shoulder. After a brief investigation, it was found that he was bound as "this type of sarcoma rarely affects the bones." So I left the hospital, I was surprised Shell, Corrie and try to get an appointment with the GP shoulder pain. It was as if I had been diagnosed with cancer, he did not.Corrie had to wait until experts gathered for a meeting to discuss what treatment they would. Saw the consultant next week, by then, was pure agony. He said he had decided on a new trial of hormone therapy. I was intrigued by the pain that was, I decided to organize an MRI. But there was no urgency to it, and we had a trip organized for next week.The week's holiday in a holiday home was terrible. Corrie was sick because of the amount of analgesics and hormones, which had lost the use of his right arm and was in agony. His companion seemed to have no idea of ​​the severity of the diagnosis, and when I asked one night when I was in bed, I realized that Corrie had been reported that hormone treatment may control the cancer and could live with it. It was as if they were in complete denial, and I felt very helpless. I worked in a hospice with cancer for two years as a consultant to support the family, and I realized he was probably dying. It looked horrible, and his grief was overwhelming.We returned home and nurse Christies arrangements for her to have a bone scan on Friday, the day after she returned home. She was awaiting the results before beginning a physiotherapy treatment. I did not see him for four days, so I offered to take him to a meeting at the Ministry of Health to work on Monday morning. When I got home, I was surprised by the damage. I had to help her dress, and she said she could no longer feel the need to urinate. I had to guess when she wanted to go. I told him to call his nurse contacted Christies and made an appointment for your next meal.Now it was the first week of July, and came around the next morning to take it to Christies. He was unable to get out of bed, so I helped her up, dressed, combed his hair and tried to make him eat something ... I guess then I knew it was not going to come home, but I tried to stay positive.In 13 hours, they were waiting for us when we arrived and the receptionist told us that the cancer had spread to her bones and spine. She had a tumor in the back and neck. She began to mourn, and I knew this time was listening. The pain had taken all the fight of it.She was sent for an MRI, we went, we took hours because of the pain and then Corrie was sent directly to a service. She could not move her right arm was losing feeling in his right leg and the left tingling. She was forced to lie completely flat, no pillows and gave him morphine. At 18:30 at night, was paralyzed from the neck down. Still did not want to talk about prognosis, but knew that his sons were abroad I shot the clerk aside and asked if I would take home.He said it would be prudent. It would be very difficult to put a time limit on what remained. It could be two weeks, but if you have responded to treatment, could be six months.So, things are terribly difficult. Corrie was a very independent woman, and she was also very, very angry that this happened to him. She had a catheter installed, but the nurses did not seem to be emptied periodically, and the result was fluid backs up into the kidneys that were already struggling with a tumor the size of a pitcher. His body was swollen, he was dying, he could not move and felt intimidated by the other women in the service.Every day I went to see, I'm a tirade of anger, some justified, some of them simply ridiculous, but none of it is doing any good either him or his family. Finally he heard the diagnosis of terminal, and I think that they are set on edge. Here was an old healthy woman aged 51, it was unfair that cancer is always Corrie but it was as if it were a personal attack on him. He started back hash old arguments with people, and rant for hours about them. I was sure that nurses and health aides were conspiring against her and she refused to have a conversation with one of the other patients with the same diagnosis.He complained of his time, but seemed to be completely unaware of their own behavior. After spending time with her daughter, one day, I decided to have a conversation with her to see if she could help. She rambled on about a woman who thought her partner had an affair with. I stopped and tried to emphasize how crazy it is to hear everything and it would be better to put their energies into positive goals, and leave a good memory of their three children. It was quiet and I felt absolutely horrible. I was shaking all over and I felt like I had to punish a child.The next day, however, there has been no change and once she was angry with someone else. He had radiotherapy in tumors in the neck and spine, and a movement was back, so you can feed again. However, she was totally dependent on people for everything, and if you do not have it right, that caused the anger. It was tough, and everyone was on tiptoe around. I had so many complaints about the staff put into the system, but what I saw when I was there, was very professional, all the clock care.They decided to start chemotherapy, to buy him a few more months. I had stents put in the back that helped the pain level there. I kept hoping that anger disappear, and we would go back to the old Corrie, and be able to start trying to look forward to the things we could do to make their most significant recent weeks. But there should be anger around shade and everyone was feeling the pressure.Even I broke one day, I'm ashamed to say. Something I now regret that it was useless. He was tired, emotional and a bit ashamed of his behavior towards nurses. It was really a small point, but I was exhausted.They managed to put your home so you can go home. She still was almost bedridden, but had a hospital bed set up for her and about clock management. She had lost her hair to chemotherapy by then, and had blood clots in his heart to be addressed, but she managed their energy complaining about care assistants, paramedics and his boss. No respite from this and I'm afraid that the anger and bitterness will be the legacy he leaves behind.You always hear the stories of those who embrace the way, fighting for precious memories will last and. But really what kind of person you must be to be that way. It's in good health, you have everything to live, just pay your home can work part time and take a vacation whenever you want. Then someone pulls the blanket, it tells you that you will die soon, and what will probably be the best part paralyzed while waiting die.How How to cope? Not fast, not painful and is not brave. I can wait all you want her to come around and want to die well. But who the hell am I to tell you how to die. Why would not I be angry? Why not make sure you have the best level of care?I do not know how long you have a few days, I think it will be soon, while other days it seems a little better. I have a new boyfriend, the first since my divorce seven years ago. She is my best friend and I can not say. Miss her so much and would love to share this with her, but I fear it will just make you angry.I put this story down, because sometimes I think people have an almost romantic notion of how they will face death. The truth is that none of us know how we will react when our lives are torn from us.It's something I felt strongly about, and can help others going through similar experiences.