... unless we have picked out some bad ones! We have probably had our worst week-end - EVER! Mom is not doing well. She is not eating, she does not want to take her medication, and I fear she has deteriorated this week. We are seeing the dietician tomorrow, but I am going to call our oncologist, Prof D in the morning. I think he needs to look at her again, and possibly re-assess her medication routine. She has a mental block towards the morphine syrup and I think, without lining her stomach, the meds are too strong! But she will argue and say she is eating - three tablespoons of oats, and a couple of mouthfulls of grilled hake ... I don't think that is eating AND it's not gone down without a fight.
I am trying so hard to build her up. Someone suggested she needs an anti-depressant? I don't know if that will work. She says she wants to fight this, but I cannot do it on my own and it breaks my heart to see her in such pain.
I am sitting on her bed next to her right now. It's bitter outside, but her room is warm and quiet. She is lying under a fluffy, warm duvet, moaning gently as she dozes. In the background I can hear the gentle hum of the laptop. It feels calm and peaceful, but I know the storm will break in 2 hours when we have to take her meds again. For now I will just sit with her and enjoy the quiet.