In October last year my husband was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer that has spread to his liver. Due to bronchitis, cellulitis and now Ascites plus fluid retention in his legs my husband is in hospital for fifth time in that period. He was having chemo but it wasn’t working for him and was actually destroying his quality of life. He was home for 3 weeks this last time following being in oncology ward for 10 days. I knew his muscles had been effected as part of the last time in hospital but I didn’t realise how badly until a week ago when senior oncology dr told us he has now lost 2 thirds muscle mass and was carrying massive amount of fluid in his legs. Following day he started showing signs of Ascites. By Wednesday afternoon he couldn’t stand without support. He he was placed on Lasix on Wednesday evening and since then he has lost over 10kg, nurses tell me most of it is fluid. Whilst visiting him today he told me his legs are getting weaker. He needs support of 2 nurses to be able to stand up from the chair. He now can only shuffle when moving from chair to bed, his chair is almost right beside his bed. Today whilst the nurses were holding under the arms he grabbed my arm as felt he was going to fall. He he is still mentally ok most of the time but appears his muscles, especially in his legs, are failing. Three days ago palliative care nurses offered us hospital bed at home with support of a nurse for majority of the day to enable him to come home ...... watching him tonight I am so scared he will no longer be able to come home. He has been offered bed in palliative care unit at centre in our town to which he says he won’t go and if he has to go he will starve himself to death. knowing I am probably going to lose him soon is upsetting me heaps but knowing that he will most likely be bedridden for some period of time before he finally passes away in a palliative care centre that he is terrified to go to is causing me so much emotional agony. Part of me wants to have him home, even if only for small number of days, which is want he also wants, but part of me knows there is no capacity for him to even get into my home due to there being 3 steps at front and back doors. Feels like my heRt is being torn apart each time I think of him or visit him. Have cried so much it feels like I have no tears left at times
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