And so it begins...

My sister called today to give me an update about my mom. It's not good.

She has radiation narcolepsy (no idea if that is spelled right). The first time it showed up was last December. Just a tiny spot on her brain that none of us worried about.

Three months ago, at her last scan, it was something wavy. They weren't even sure what it was. The most recent scan was more alarming. It is a solid white line going through her brain from her forehead to her tumor in her brain stem. It is killing cells as it grows. It is now in her pain center. That means she is in pain all the time. The doctor prescribed a couple pain pills, and says he'll up the dosage (or try different ones?) if these don't work. Mom says they aren't working, but who can tell?

This will continue to grow, killing cells all along it's path. It will affect her memory cells at some point. She is going to forget all of us before she dies her slow painful death.

My step-sister is with her now. My mom is unable to really get around by herself, and is falling down a lot. She just had another seizure, but it wasn't one of her worst.
She's unable to make it to the bathroom, so she has to wear pads. I'm sure she is hating that!

We are heading out there today. Probably going to spend the night. We need to see her while she still knows who we are.

There's nothing the doctors can do to stop this.

She survives a brain tumor to be killed be something caused by the radiation that was supposed to help her.

This sucks.

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