Mah Mah in HK- terminal cancer Poh Poh- alzheimer/depressed
So, the granny who had colon cancer and survived, and refused chemo is dying.. faster i guess because there's no such thing as dying again. We're all heading that direction anyways.
At first, I felt angry, that when she went in for surgery having her colon explode on her AND NOT KNOW till the infection caused her a great deal of pain... that she should have done chemo when they found out the cause was colon cancer. My eldest aunt from my dad's side also had colon cancer, and she's the type who thinks drinking ash water will cure her so long as her buddist priests get her donations, and she's the one who told my granny that it doesn't matter, that chemo will only make her feel worse and there's no point to it.
Well, 3 months later, turns out there is a point. But then maybe I'M missing the point... Thankfully Sarah, has been working as a nurse for long enough to give me the other point of view. (She works in palatative care, where the patients are in the last stages of life. ) That maybe the patient is choosing quality over quantity of life. She also said that some doctors will choose invasive procedures to prolong life, even when the results won't be that successful because of residents- aka students training to be doctors. Apparently nurses and doctors argue all the time about these issues, and I can only imagine the chaos of also having the family involved. Before, I was always a believer of go as far as you can to keep them alive.. now, I'm not so sure anymore.
Now, I've gotta choose how far we let doctors go, in case anything happens to my poh poh ( maternal granny) at the senior's home. Ugh, and she still keeps saying I'm Angela who's the oldest of all the cousins whereas I'm like 5th last. =_=; So I guess chronologically the Alzhiemers has eaten about 20 years of her brain.