Tuesday night I got almost 10 hours of sleep. Despite that, I napped from 1-2:30 and 3-5 on Wednesday. When I went to bed last night I felt out of sorts, and exhausted.
During the night I went to the bathroom four times. I didn’t make it any of the four times. But more concerning was the fact that each trip got increasingly difficult, at a rate that was extremely scary. I had no coordination in my limbs and my right arm was once again feeling dead.
My oncologist and I talked on the phone this morning, and his first recommendation was to take 2 steroids. And then 2 later. Tomorrow I’ll go back to the 3 per day I was on.
He feels that this indicates that the cancer has continued to move into the brain and or spinal column. His feeling is that any more treatment wouldn’t do much good.
I was disappointed, but I can’t say I’m surprised. And since the idea of having help in the home managing everything that’s going on seems so much easier, I’ve decided to go into hospice.
We are hoping that the hospice the will come by this afternoon. I have a lot to ask.