The stresser

Blah blah, here we go again.

So yesterday I didn't get to the hospital yesterday because of work...of course.  In retrospect, that was probably for the best.  My mother and sister were met by the oncologist for my Grandmother.  A very nice doctor, I have delt with in the past on different subjects for her patients.  She very nicely informed and educated my mother and they type of tumor my grandmother has and what it involves.  She very nicely told her that if it was her mother, she wouldn't opt for the invasive and extensive treatment patterns, since there is essentially no hope of any of them being effective and we all know cancer treatment isn't exactly what one would term "mild" on what it does to a patients body.  

Surgery is not a option, seeing as how the tumor has invaded the bones of her skull in its region....not a good thing...hell, nothing invading bone can be considered a good thing.  Chemo will only make her sicker and put undue stress upon her systems.  Radiation will also make her ill due to the size of the tumor, and it would entail 5 treatments a week, each lasting a long time, and her having to stay as still as possible for up to 90 mins....which is not even a remote possibility.

So they are now opting into Hospice treatment.  There was a meeting last night at my grandparents house between my uncle, mother, grandfather and my sister.  My uncle is all in favor of hospice, but as we have explained, it has to involve every member of the family, and he can't do his normal...push the dirty work off onto my mother so he doesn't have to deal with it.   Yeah, he has done it before.

So, I guess some sort of unspoken countdown has begun, problem being, no one knows what the time frame is, how much time is left, or what will happen in the meantime.

Aye carumba.