The week before Halloween I got the call that I knew was coming but that I was most definitely not looking forward too. My Gram was in the hospital, again, but this time she was being released with Hospice care. The results from her PET scan came back positive for cancer which has spread to other parts of her body. We have decided not to do any tests to confirm what type of cancer it is, but the oncologist is fairly sure it is lung cancer.
Gram will be 86 next Tuesday. Her body cannot handle surgery, which is the first step of treatment, nor can she handle chemotherapy. The cancer isn’t likely to kill her. .No, she’s more likely to die from a stroke or heart attack caused by a blood clot due to stopping her blood-thinner. Helping my mom to decide which course of action was the least harmful and most comfortable for Gram wasn’t easy. The blood-thinner can cause the cancer to spread quicker, which in turn would cause her extreme pain.
I hate the idea of her being gone, but I hate the idea of her being in pain even more.
My parents flew me down to SoCal so I could spend a week with her at home. I would say I flew on a jet plane, but a jet plane it was not. It took two hours to fly from Medford, Oregon to Los Angeles. Flying from Los Angeles to Chicago only takes about 4 1/2 hours.
This will be my third trip to LAX. It still terrifies me. Though I liked the “welcome” sign.
I spent most of the week knitting and watching news programs with a few game shows thrown in the mix. Family Feud is a favorite.
Gram doesn’t eat much, but I had fun cooking for her.
I made her red enchiladas with ground beef. Though I did use The Pioneer Woman’s Recipe.
I even made her pot roast with potatoes and carrots, in the pressure cooker just like she likes it.
I had quite the assembly line going.
I filled her freezer.
Now I just pray that she eats. She has a bad habit of not eating and drinking enough which always make her feel worse.