As the Spring Festival approached, on January 28th, we took my mother to the hospital again for a follow-up. This is also the last review of the year, and we hope that through this examination, we can understand the latest condition of her body and prepare for the next **and**.
During this time, the intestinal drain on my mother's body caused her a lot of trouble. Whenever she moved, the tube moved with it, causing severe pain. As a result, her quality of life was greatly reduced, she was lying in bed all day and was unwilling to move, and she lost her appetite for food. We see it in our eyes and are anxious in our hearts, but we can't replace her in this pain.
This time we went to review, and our main focus was on the condition of this drainage tube. The doctor carefully examined the position and fixation of the drain and then changed her medication. In the process of changing dressings, we did not dare to be careless in the slightest, for fear of infection caused by improper operation. At the same time, we also reported my mother's recent physical condition and discomfort to the doctor, hoping to get more effective ** advice.
My mom was also always worried about problems with the intestinal drains or infections. After all, this is a major surgery, and it takes time and patience to recover. During this time, she experienced another round of chills and fever. She scrubbed her body that afternoon and began to experience symptoms in the evening. We quickly gave her fever and cold medicine, and although the symptoms were relieved, it was not a solution to keep repeating like this. We know that to solve this problem once and for all, we need to get to the root causes.
Now we all choose to take her to the hospital for dressing change, because the environment at home is neither hygienic nor professional. However, the hospital in the town has limited conditions, so they can only reduce the inflammation for my mother, but they can't do anything about other problems. They wouldn't even fix the tubes, and they had never seen such an operation. This makes us feel very helpless and frustrated, and we can only hope that higher level hospitals can provide better ** and service.
The results of the follow-up test showed that my mother's liver function was still very poor, which made us very worried. The doctor seemed to be accustomed to this, and just said lightly, "That's good." He didn't give any effective ** advice, just told us to pay more attention to our diet. However, this does not solve the fundamental problem, we can't give her nutrition, and we can't eat too greasy. Eating seafood for her before also caused eczema problems, and now her diet can only be light. But in the long run, we need to find better solutions to meet her nutritional needs.
In the face of such predicaments and challenges, we feel a little helpless. We can only do our best to take care of my mom physically and emotionally. At the same time, she is also actively seeking more professional medical help and support, hoping to find a suitable plan and way for her as soon as possible.
After the Chinese New Year, my mother's physical condition took a sharp turn for the worse. She began to experience a series of uncomfortable symptoms such as a bloated stomach, swollen feet, and sore shoulders. I couldn't go home for the Chinese New Year because of work, so she waited for me to go home and then go to the hospital for a check-up. However, the situation shows no signs of improving, but is getting worse. On February 25th, we realized that we couldn't delay any longer and rushed her to the hospital.
After an initial examination, the doctor told us with a solemn face that my mother needed to be hospitalized immediately. Her inflammation was very noticeable and her ascites was severe, and she had to take it right away**. Hearing this news, our hearts all rose to our throats, and we knew that this situation was not trivial.
After hospitalization, the doctor quickly arranged for my mother to puncture and drain the ascites effusion, and gave her anti-inflammatory drugs and nutrient solutions. As the pillar of the family, my brother resolutely took on the responsibility of accompanying the bed and taking care of his mother. He waited by his mother's bedside day and night, taking care of her diet and daily life.
When I rushed home on the 28th, I was going to replace my brother and let him go home and rest. However, the hospital's rules left us helpless – there were only a maximum of two people accompanying the bed, and it was impossible to change them. Looking at my brother's tired figure and my mother's haggard face, I had mixed feelings in my heart.
Just when we thought my mother's condition was starting to improve, my brother called me the next day and said that the doctor had discharged me. I hurried to the hospital to meet with the doctor and ask why. The doctor reluctantly told me, "Let's go home first, it doesn't mean much here." If it hurts again, come back to the hospital. He also revealed a piece of news that made our hearts twist - Mom may only have two or three months.
With a heavy heart and endless regret, we were discharged home the next day. In total, I spent about a week in the hospital, but it was like a long nightmare. After returning home, we took care of my mother carefully according to the doctor's instructions. Ascites effusion should be put twice a day for about 300 ml each time. I always pay attention to my mother's physical condition and drainage, and I dare not be careless. I looked up a lot of information online to learn how to take better care of her.
Now I have a lot less bile than before, which makes me worry about my mother's health even more. In order to provide her with enough nutrients, we carefully arranged her diet: eat some noodles or boil a small half bowl of porridge with an egg (only give her egg whites), drink a packet of milk or steamed yam and carrots at noon, drink some protein powder in the afternoon and eat some liquid food in the evening. In order to help her digestion, I give her bile twice a day, once in the morning after eating, and again in the evening. Despite all our efforts, we still don't know if this will work.
The peritoneal drain also became a big problem for us. It always leaks along the tube, making the bed wet and very uncomfortable. We had to put toilet paper underneath and keep changing it to keep it dry. The existence of this drainage tube seriously affected my mother's quality of life, making her already weak body even worse. But in the face of this problem, we were helpless and could only watch my mother suffer and suffer.
Ever since the doctor last mentioned that the bowel drain could cause constant pain to my mom, I've been nervous. That tube, which was supposed to help excrete bile and aid digestion, has now become a big burden on my mother.
I tried to report the problem to the doctor in the hope of finding a better solution. The doctor's advice is to consider removing the drain if the condition continues to deteriorate. However, this decision was not easy to make. I know the importance of bile for digestion, and I wonder if my mother's body will be able to withstand such changes after the drain is removed.
I looked up a lot of information and cases on the Internet about drain removal and found that it was indeed a decision that required careful consideration. I understood the doctor's concerns, and I understood that my mother's physical condition did not allow us to take risks easily.
In addition to this torturous drain, my mom had two other tubes on her. These tubes made her body incredibly fragile and sensitive. She always felt that she was not a normal person, and this emotion made her more and more negative and depressed.
When I got home, my mother's shoulder pain became more pronounced. Especially in my left shoulder, I can barely sleep at night. Our family took turns massaging her shoulders in the hope of relieving her pain. However, if the massage is a little stronger, she will be in unbearable pain. We tried various methods, including buying a shoulder massager, tapping the shoulder with a plastic hammer, leaning against the door frame, etc., but the results were not satisfactory.
Watching my mom toss and turn every night in pain made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I felt that the pain of this cancer was beyond her reach. Sometimes, she would feel dizzy and spinning because of the pain in her shoulder. I was worried that this could be a precursor to the metastasis of cancer to the brain, which left me feeling very frightened and helpless.
What made us even more frustrated was that the doctor did not recommend the use of painkillers when he was discharged from the hospital. I know the doctors have their considerations and concerns, but it was really hard to see my mom in such pain.
The torment of cancer is not only physical, but also mental. My mom is very negative right now, she always feels like a burden and doesn't want us to worry about her. When relatives and friends came to visit her, they would advise her to eat whatever she wanted, and not to avoid it.
My mom hasn't been downstairs since the surgery. We bought her a wheelchair and thought we'd wait for the weather to warm up and go out with her. However, she always felt that she would be embarrassed to see if she went out like this. In addition, the fluid in the ascites leaks down the tube when she moves, and the leakage is the worst when she sits, and the other tubes also cause pain, so she doesn't want to go downstairs at all. She used to watch TV in the living room or something, but now she just lies in bed for a long time; Occasionally get out of bed and stroll, and I don't watch ...... TV