[Miss Scarlett]

(((((Jo))))) Honey, i am so sorry to read this...yes, i've been there too and i wish i had some magic words to make this easier for you...

my Mom died from Pancreatic Cancer in 2007, She never talked with me about what she was feeling...this haunted me earlier this year...i think she was trying to avoid a similar meltdown to the one your mom had. Still not knowing how she was feeling bothered me. No one understands how this feels until they've walked this painful and frightening path...

There was nothing that could be done for Mom and i felt so helpless. She made me promise i'd help her die if she ever got to the point where she couldn't take it any more. Hospice was simply amazing for us and i hope they will be the same for your mom.

And NO i am certainly NOT sick of hearing you post about your mom...you have to talk about this...and i'm here if you need a shoulder or an ear...

Like Clay said, we're holding you close...sending much love, light, energy and prayers to you, your mom, your family and Snack...

Originally Posted by JustJo

I know you all have to be so sick of hearing from me

Yesterday evening I had a long talk with my mother, who was having a total meltdown. It was incredibly stressful trying to be there for her as she was raging and crying and scared and all of the other stuff that goes along with knowing your days are numbered and that you're in pain.

Anyway....trying to figure out next steps...and spoke to the doctor this morning. She has 2 months "if we're lucky." She cannot go home, period. She cannot eat food, period. She will have horrible pain from here on out and they will do their best to help control it, period.

Fuck.

They believe they can get her off the IV pain meds, which she is hitting every 15 minutes religiously, and onto oral and patches for pain. They believe they can get her strong enough to fly down to me.

And then it's on me, period.

I have a call in to hospice.

This also means I get to have my crazy, fucked up narcissist of a sister in my house so that she can say her "devoted daughter and where's my share of the loot?" goodbyes.

I am angry, upset and just feel sick myself.

So...welcome to 50. First task of the next half century....help your momma die.

Fuck.