Well, my aunt has Stage Four tumors in her lungs and abdomen, and one little tumor in her brain, and her survival chances are in the single digits, but my uncle thinks they’re going to try chemo anyway. She had surgery today to fix her intestine that the abdominal tumor perforated, and she’ll need a colostomy bag, and right now she’s heavily sedated and on a vent and everything. She’s basically decomposing, but Mom goes ballistic whenever I try to point this out (even when I use much gentler terms than that). So I will just shut up. My grandparents took it well but I don’t think they’re aware of just how serious the situation is. They haven’t seen my aunt yet and when Mom told them she tried to sound as optimistic as possible.
If it were me, I would not want chemo, I would not want the colostomy surgery, I would just want to go as fast as possible. But it’s not me and I hope it never will be.
I do appreciate everyone’s good wishes.