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Hi Everyone
thank you for the opportunity to talk to fellow travellers on this shitty journey.
I made a huge decision a few weeks back and that was to turn down the treatment offered to me.
My insurance provider would cover it and it costs over $200,000 a year but I said no.
I initially said yes as a carrot was dangled in front of me that one in 4 people lived 8 years after the treatment. I later realised that is actually only a 25% success rate. I was given a thick set of documents that explained all the known possible side effects one of which was DEATH.
It was like Russian Roulette but with bullets in all but one of the chambers! Heart damage, eye damage, brain damage on and on went the list. It was truly horrifying. Quality of life is important to me and I would rather die in 2 years time having some healthy months first than start the treatment treadmill and feel horrible right now.
Mentally I am struggling to cope while I am physically healthy. If I submitted to that torture regime I would be seriously suicidal in no time. I am seeing a psychologist who is very helpful as I do feel like getting it all over with. I feel like a Zombie both alive and dead at the same time.
I have some idea what to expect as in June 2023 I had my right kidney removed. In the months leading up to the operation I was losing weight and feeling weak and faint. The kidney cancer is now in my liver and pancreas.
I am currently still healthy so have been going hard out making memories with all my loved ones. Lots of road trips together, picnics, going out for dinner that kind of thing.
If I had started the treatment I would have been sick immediately and likely unable to keep working. My online business keeps me sane while dealing with the news and I need the money to be able to do things with my loved ones.
Is there anyone else out there who has made a similar decision to me to refuse treatment?
Hi SB,
Yes, I think there are many people who refuse treatment and they have the right to do so. It is a very personal choice. My husband and I had talked about euthanasia as neither of us ever wanted to end up in a nursing home. We were traumatised by the nursing homes my mother had been in for 10 years after a stroke. Witnessed so many horrendous things and some wonderously kind and gentle people who helped my mother greatly in the best nursing home. I did not ever want to put that strain on my children as it was such an anxious, stressful and at times, heart breaking time.
I had surgery and radiotherapy in 2019. I had discussed with my husband, euthanasia again. I said I could not go through that again and would prefer euthanasia. When the situation actually arose, I could not decide to do it. When we calmly talk about it, unemotionally we're both absolutely sure. When it actually happened and I received a bad diagnosis, I could not leave him or my family willingly. It was all in the timing. It was my husband's last day at work as he was retiring and the work extravaganza Christmas party that day. He didn't get home until after midnight and I pretended to be asleep. I could not tell him on that day. We had bought a motor home and decked it out and we were just so excited to travel all around Australia with our dogs.
As it was just before Christmas and it was the first Christmas that we were not hosting Christmas dinner. I just had not been well enough and one of my daughter's hosted it. It was also the right time as they had teenagers by then and life changes and they needed to create their own traditions. I did not tell my children until they were all back from holidays. I only had my husband to talk to during that time and it was a vry dark time as you don't know anything at this point and that is a hard place to be right before Christmas when everything closes and you just have to wait until you can get an appointment to start talking about a plan. We did get through that time with some dark humour, visited the local cemetary and made plans about dying.
When the surgeon outlined the plan, I was already sick with apprehension. This time there would be chemotherapy and I'd seen people go through it and disappear. I did not know how I would be able to get through it. All my stress, anxiety and fear from every other traumatic medical encounter just came rushing back and it was just overwhelming. I am warned twice about sepsis and how quickly it comes on and by then it is too late and you could die. At those points I thought, just let me die quickly as it would be more merciful.
Radiotherapy went really well. Next week they will be making a new mask - one you lie down on - again as the tumour has shrunk again. It has to shrink to be able to go onto surgery.
Unfortunately the Chemotherapy did not go so well. I had a severe adverse reaction to the steroids in tablet form you get before they start the chemo IV - supposed to make you stronger and be able to deal better with the chemo. I had both the physiological and psychological side effects of the steroids. Swelling of feet and ankles - 3 weeks of it now - severe mouth ulceration and pain right up to Mucositis Grade 3. I just can't even think of all the physical ones. Psychological side effects were the worst. After first dose I could not sleep or turn my mind off as it began spinning out of control. I couldn't remember anything, hold a thought or keep on track with what I was talking about. No sleep over a 24 hour period and then 2 hours and the same again the next day. Without sleep my brain was just in a manic, out of control spiral and I could not stop talking or writing. I thought I had developed sudden dementia or a brain tumour and it was terrifying. Many other side effects as well. I am writing this at 5.20a.m. so probably not the best time for clarity. Symptoms were so severe that the Radiotherapy nurses did an investigation into Chemotherapy department which is not their job but thank goodness they did and they were spot on with what had happened and when. They put a warning on my file Extreme Sensitivity to Steroids and listed some of the side effects. I thought that would be great but that label will only come up in Radiotherapy Department - no where else as computers between the two were unable to communicate.
I've made an urgent appointment with Oncologist to talk about the next cycle which begins the following week. I cannot and will not have steroids again. It was extremely traumatic. I have not seen him or heard from him since the day of first consultation. He might say - no steroids - no chemo. I don't know but I will never go back to the hell I was in during the first round of chemo.
Again, I absolutely understand your point. Quality of life over quantity. I don't regret trying especially because the Radiotherapy is going really well. This is the best I could do and I have explained over and over again to my family, no you don't understand how strong and terrifying that adverse reaction was. I can never have that poison in my body again.
Enjoy your time every day and make sure everyone knows how much you love them and also allow yourself to grieve too. At one point I realised I was grieving about me leaving my husband of 50 years and his bewilderment in the world without me. We can only do the best we can and hopefully leave a legacy of good memories, love and strength you gave them stays with them throughout their grief. I wish you the very best on your journey, which is yours alone. You get to choose what is right for you.
I also refused treatment. Read your post & you have been through a lot. Hope life is getting easier & more peaceful.
I was diagnosed breast Cancer over a year ago stage 3 with lymph node fully involved. Current Doctor told me no need to see Specialist he would refer to hospital simple lumpectomy & would get all the support I needed.
Went & got mastectomy bras etc & organised home to be left handed. Insisted on seeing my Breast Cancer Specialist as he knows me & had done parathyroid tumour.
He gave referral to hospital saying frail aged would need longer stay after op & rehab until could manage at home.
Hah hospital at first wanted to send me home 2nd day. Help with drains a few times a week but would have to give up home care. Tried ways it just didn't work. Quality of life has always been important & now knew could not manage by myself physically or mentally.
A year later still here but breast spreading & will be Fungating. Feeling alone with it but determined to enjoy as much life as I can whilst sorting house, paperwork 😥 & going out on my mobility scooter. Probably end of year will be it.
Thank you for your reply and for sharing your journey with me.
I have reached the acceptance stage of my journey and treasure the time I have with those who love me.
I am only 55 so don't feel ready to die and I hate seeing how much this is hurting my Mum who I love very much. No mother should lose her child but that is likely what is going to happen. My darling daughter is Mum to my wonderful grandson who is 18 months old. I expect to be around for her wedding next year. I live with my adult children, future son in law and my grandson so I am blessed to be able to share the joys of life with them all. My divorce from my husband of 30 years has distracted me from brooding on my health so that is an unexpected bonus LOL. Turns out the sickness and in health bit was fine when it was me caring for him for 15 years of ill health but that care only went one way. I am glad to be rid of him. If I was still with him he would make what I am going through all about him. As it stands his divorce strategy is to refuse to negotiate in the hope that I will die and he will be able to take it all.
Thanks for your reply. I do not regret my decision one little bit. In fact every day that I feel healthy I feel justified in my choice. What is the point of gaining more time if that time is horrible?
Thank you so much SB & Lampworks for sharing. I felt so alone before & it's great to know that others make decisions about quality of life. Actually replied earlier & my fumbly fingers went stupid & it disappeared. At 79 think am ready to go as my body hasn't been healing the past few years. Take care. Tired out now & can't think. Hell nearly lost it again.