I’ve name changed for this as I feel it must be very outing. I’ve never known anyone to have done what I had to do the other day.
DM is 79 and has cancer. She had surgery a few weeks ago and when the surgeon spoke to us afterwards, she told us that she was unable to remove it all. She told us that she would know more after pathology results were back but that there was more diseased tissue than she’d expected which made her think this cancer was very aggressive.
DM is really ‘on the ball’ generally, however, is not taking a lot of this in so she asked me to deal with the doctor and gain all the information. The doc called me with pathology results. It is, as she suspected, a very aggressive cancer and she asked if I wanted to know the prognosis. DM hadn’t asked and she said that one part of her job was to understand what each person wanted to know. I told her I wanted her to tell me everything. She told me DM had “months, not a year”. It felt like a blow but I could almost pretend I hadn’t heard that because DM didn’t know and she and my step-dad were talking in very positive terms. The doc also reminded me that DM is currently asymptomatic so should do what she can to enjoy life while she can.
All week conversation with DM has been mainly about her cancer. How scared she is but hopeful that chemo would buy her a few years. She thought she could maybe have 5 years, etc. she kept asking me things that I (stupidly) thought I was successfully side-stepping without her noticing. Of course she bloody noticed!
On Friday night, she asked me outright, looked me in they eye and said, “my name, I know you’d tell me if you knew something that I didn’t.”
So I had to tell my mum that she is dying, that she didn’t even have a year left.
It sounds like a cliche but she recoiled as if I’d punched her. Then I had to tell her husband.
I just wish I hadn’t visited that day. We have an appointment at the hospital soon and I wish she’d waited till then. I feel awful for telling her but how could I not?
It actually felt like I had killed a little bit of her, her hope.
Maybe it’s an expected human response but immediately my step dad started reframing it:
⁃ How could the doctor possibly know this (pathology),
⁃ how can she predict a timescale (pathology plus experience of others with this type of cancer),
⁃ ‘John’ down the road was diagnosed with cancer 2 years ago and I saw him out running today (John is 40 and had an entirely different prognosis)
⁃ Etc etc.
The thing is, I believe the doctor. I don’t know why a seemingly healthy (asymptomatic) woman will die in a few month because she seems fine now, but I believe she will.
I think I am writing this for myself, not really for any answers. I don’t feel that I’m coping very well and don’t know what to do.