Mom and Hospice
I haven't been using the blog so much lately, but I'll be using it for a bit for updates on Mom. I'll pre-date any of my recipe and artistic thoughts, and political rants so they aren't mixed in here.
Last week while on vacation and fighting a nasty chest/head cold I picked up a voice mail from Sherry Wambaugh, Mom's guardian. She told me Hospice had taken over care for Mom, meaning the expectation is she is in her last six months. I found out second hand from my sister that the breast cancer which we had already known had spread to the bone had grown faster than expected and the liver was involved. I've not talked to the doctor myself so those are all the details I have. Talking to Sherry I found they have stopped the treatment at this point, which was a hormone blocker. This was effective at first, but the spread may have been too well along.
I talked to her briefly on Monday or Tuesday, as she was worried about her bed and chair being removed and a big hospital bed being brought in. I told her it was Hospice which set her mind to rest. She responded to the humour when I said it is better early than late. Like most of us she had a taste for dark humor, and has been fascinated with spirituality as it relates to the afterlife.
Yesterday I returned a call on my way home from a Freehold Board of Directors meeting. She was very upbeat about a renewed relationship with Pam. I believe Pam works at Queen Anne Manor, and it sounded like a very positive group encounter/session type thing. It seemed a good time to tell her that I have Jack's ashes, and per her stated wishes after he died August 8, 2001 I planned to spread their ashes together in Neah Bay where they lived for so long. She was ecstatic, and hang up abruptly for her, saying she couldn't be any happier and better quite talking. That was kind of funny for me, as I'm usually the one to want to bring conversations to a conclusion.
-- Scott Maddock
Last week while on vacation and fighting a nasty chest/head cold I picked up a voice mail from Sherry Wambaugh, Mom's guardian. She told me Hospice had taken over care for Mom, meaning the expectation is she is in her last six months. I found out second hand from my sister that the breast cancer which we had already known had spread to the bone had grown faster than expected and the liver was involved. I've not talked to the doctor myself so those are all the details I have. Talking to Sherry I found they have stopped the treatment at this point, which was a hormone blocker. This was effective at first, but the spread may have been too well along.
I talked to her briefly on Monday or Tuesday, as she was worried about her bed and chair being removed and a big hospital bed being brought in. I told her it was Hospice which set her mind to rest. She responded to the humour when I said it is better early than late. Like most of us she had a taste for dark humor, and has been fascinated with spirituality as it relates to the afterlife.
Yesterday I returned a call on my way home from a Freehold Board of Directors meeting. She was very upbeat about a renewed relationship with Pam. I believe Pam works at Queen Anne Manor, and it sounded like a very positive group encounter/session type thing. It seemed a good time to tell her that I have Jack's ashes, and per her stated wishes after he died August 8, 2001 I planned to spread their ashes together in Neah Bay where they lived for so long. She was ecstatic, and hang up abruptly for her, saying she couldn't be any happier and better quite talking. That was kind of funny for me, as I'm usually the one to want to bring conversations to a conclusion.
-- Scott Maddock
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