u/Remarkable_Fox9372

My mum has stage IV pancreatic cancer with liver metastasis. She finished her first chemotherapy (folfirinox) on Monday two weeks ago. She experienced side effects like severe fatigue, diarrhea, stomach cramping, nausea, and a loss of appetite. She was sweating a lot (maybe a combination of chemo and the hot weather) and she felt pain in her abdomen. I measured her temperature several times a day and she didn't have a fever. However, two days ago she suddenly got chills and a fever (38+°C),and she puked. I immediately drove her to the hospital where she had to stay the night. The doctors told me that they thought she had an infection and they had to wait for her blood test results to tell me more. Her condition was serious. She had low blood pressure. Her blood oxygen saturation was low as well. They told me I could leave and I did. I said bye to my mum and told her we would see each other the next day. 30min later the doctor called. She told me that my mum had sepsis and that her ct showed that during the time she waited for her first chemo her cancer had progressed. The doctor told me we only had two options. The first one was the surgery, but she had a minimal chance of survival. Even if she did survive, she wouldn't be able to continue with her chemo which meant we wouldn't have much time left together. The second option was not getting a surgery, but she would definitely pass away. We chose the first option. Because she needed a surgery and she needed it NOW we couldn't make it to the hospital on time to say our final goodbyes. Instead I asked the doctor if we could talk to my mum via a phone call, and she made it happen. I've never thought that at the age of 25 I would be saying my final goodbye to my mum via a phone call. I cried, my mum cried, my father cried. We told each other that we loved each other and that we would see each other tomorrow when she woke up. All we could do was praying. Praying for another chance. Praying for more time spent together. We couldn't sleep. We were so nervous it hurt. When the phone rang the next morning our hearts sank. My dad answered the call and based on his expression I could tell my mum made it! She survived! They had to remove a part of her large intestine (she had two tiny holes) so she got a stoma. And when they opened her up they saw that her cancer hadn't progressed as much as they thought it did! I don't know what having a stoma means for her prognosis tho. I would like to ask if anyone here has a stoma and was able to continue with their chemotherapy.

I'm so sorry for my long "essay" in broken English. I had to write a post, because posting here makes me feel understood. We're all fighting the same monster. I'm sending my best wishes to all of you!

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Stoma and chemotherapy

My mum is sick

My mum is sick

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