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I think you should wait till everything is stable and secure before settling down. I am 70 years old and feel in a few more years things will be pretty stable.Come on man what the hell kind of decision making is that. Do you love her or is she a decision chart on your way to success.

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The most disturbing decision I had to make was because I knew that it was best for my mom, but one my mom didn’t want and one that I had zero support on.My mom was diagnosed with Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer in March of 2017, and given 18–24 months to live (with treatment.) She made me her Medical Power of Attorney.The goal of treatment was to try and shrink her mass enough to perform surgery to remove it.She decided to do treatment.She did chemotherapy for 26 months, almost every other week, the weeks she was supposed to have chemo and didn’t were the times that her bloodwork was wonky, and they didn’t feel comfortable enough providing her treatment. So, she’d wait a few weeks and then they’d be able to.In July of 2019, after a few months of not being able to have chemotherapy, they resorted to radiation. She had 25 rounds. Every weekday for 5 weeks.In September, they did a scan, and the mass had responded to the radiation, but her bloodwork showed that she wasn’t able to have chemo.I knew something was wrong in in October. She quit the Elks. She didn’t go out with her friends as much. She was a lot more tired than she’d ever been.I talked to her about it, and she mentioned that she was just in a lot of pain. She was having trouble sleeping, and she just KNEW her cancer had spread. I told her to not think like that, but I knew from the way she was talking that she was right.She hadn’t had treatment in MONTHS, and I just knew she was right.They did another scan in early December. We met with her oncologist two weeks before Christmas and he said, “Your cancer has spread to your liver and lungs. We’d like to do a biopsy to see if there is any kind of more aggressive treatment we can offer you.” She wanted to have the biopsy done.They set her up with palliative care, and they asked her, “How long do you want to continue treatment??”She said, “As long as I have quality of life.”They asked, “To you, what are the three top things that mean that you’re still living a quality life?”She said, “Being able to go grocery shopping, being able to make my bed and do my house chores and being able to go out to lunches and dinners with my family and friends.”I kept those in the back of my mind.For Christmas, we had professional family photos taken, and I am so glad we did. I cherish that memory. We went to lunch afterwards, but my mom didn’t eat much. She had been getting so skinny. It was kind of scary.On my birthday in mid-January, we had another meeting with the oncologist.The biopsy confirmed that there was no other treatment available other than the chemotherapy that she had been given earlier.My mom didn’t want to give up. She wanted to fight.The oncologist gave her 3–6 months. I figured 3–6 weeks, especially with as fast as my mom had gone downhill.She had chemo a week after my birthday.After that chemo treatment, she started falling down and was too weak to get up. She’d stand up and her legs would just give out. I ended up taking her to the hospital. She was extremely anemic and had to stay overnight.When she got settled in her hospital room, I asked her if she wanted to continue treatment. She said, “Of course! I don’t want to give up. I have to survive for your grandma, your sister, you and Todd (my son).”I knew at that moment that she WOULD NEVER give up, no matter what.My sister ended up coming home (she lives out of state) and stayed with my mom. My mom wasn’t safe at home by herself anymore.I had talked to my mom several times about starting hospice. They could help her. They could help my sister take care of her.She refused. She thought of it as giving up.So, my mom had chemo again, and my mom ended up in the hospital again (via ambulance) on Super Bowl Sunday, this time she was dehydrated.This was before COVID, but I still got nervous having my mom in a hospital. She could have caught something that made her even sicker, even the ER doctor said, “Jan, if I were you, I’d get hospice started right away. Don’t get me wrong, you can always bring her here, but the longer she’s sick, the higher the risks are that she will catch something from the ER.”I called palliative care the next day. She asked if my mom still wanted to have chemo. I said, “She DOES, but she can hardly get up and down the stairs, let alone walk in a building to get treatment.”She told me, “In order for your mom to receive hospice care, she has to agree to stop treatment. If she won’t, I can’t do anything about it.”On Tuesday, I started staying with my mom and sister during the day to help out. My sister told me that she had been doing all of the shopping and chores around the house.That reminded me of the conversation we had with Palliative Care in December. My mom was no longer living. She was existing.I called Palliative Care again on Thursday, and I had to pull the “medical power of attorney” card. I told her that even though my mom wanted to continue treatment, she was unable to.She knew that I was making the best decision for my mom, as we went over the symptoms and everything my mom was going through. She told me, “Your mom is starting to transition, let me talk to her oncologist and I’ll call you back. I’ll put the order in for hospice right now.”She called me back about 15 minutes later. She told me that she talked to my mom’s oncologist, and even though I was using my medical power of attorney “card,” she didn’t want my mom to be mad at me for essentially making the decision to stop her treatment. She told me that my mom’s oncologist wanted to call her and tell her that after looking over her charts from the ER and the discussions with me, that HE was the one who decided to stop her treatment.My mom was so out of it when he called, she didn’t seem to understand. He just said, “I’m sorry, it’s not in your best interest to continue chemo, you need to get help from hospice. They will help you be as comfortable as you can be, you can stay in your home. You’re the first patient in the 12 years I’ve had that’s lasted as long as you have with the initial prognosis that you were given. It’s been an honor to be your doctor.”My sister was PISSED at me. She thought that because I made the decision to start hospice that I thought she wasn’t taking good enough care of my mom.She got over it by the time hospice came into the house and told us what they did and how they worked.The Monday hospice came in, my mom was too weak to get up to go to the bathroom. We made the decision to give her a catheter. She was in a much better mood after that.She got last rites, she had people come and tell her goodbye. It was a rough few days.On Wednesday, 6 days after hospice first came into my mom’s house, she passed away. My sister, my husband and I were all there. It was a snowy day, we were all exhausted.My mom lived 2 years, 11 months and 6 days from diagnosis. She passed away exactly a month before everything in Colorado shut down.My sister told me, after my mom passed away, “I know why she chose you to be her Medical Power of Attorney. I know it was a hard decision that you had to make to start hospice, and I don’t think I could have.”I miss my mom terribly, every single day, but I don’t regret the decision to start hospice for her. I just wish I would have done it sooner.EDIT (10/18/2020): Thank you all so much for your kind comments and stories. I am genuinely sorry for all of the loss that I’ve seen in the comment section.Being a medical power of attorney is one of the greatest honors that a person can bestow on you. There is a certain responsibility that comes with that title that only the person who has that job knows. It’s hard and heartbreaking at times.I know that conversations about death and dying are hard, but please, make sure that you are on the same page 100%. I’m seeing a lot of comments about people who have issues with family members who can’t let go.Unfortunately, it’s common, but you need to do what is best for family member who is near the end of their life. Sometimes, the family members who disagree with the decisions made will come around, sometimes they won’t, and it’s hard when they don’t.