My mom has been diagnosed with stage III breast cancer last month. So far, she has started on chemo and as of now, she has already lost her hair and weight after her 5th injection (12 weekly session). Health-wise, doc felt her prognosis is good, with 80-90% recovery. Her tumors had shrunk after the first few chemo. However, emotionally, she has been quite a wreck. Our family is sort of prepared for her insecurities and fears because of that's how she has been before she was diagnosed. She is a hypochrondriac and her greatest fear is of death and losing her looks. So imagine how it was when she finds out that she has cancer.
Frankly, i am feeling terribly helpless whenever i see her. Our whole family has been trying to be as supportive as we can. My two brothers working overseas flew back as often in this last mth and my father has taken off from his business in china to keep her company to the various doc appts. We tried to answer her many questions but she just kept repeating herself (e.g. will she live to see her sons get married? will she have a relapse? etc).
She has a wide network of support from her church friends, some of whom have recovered from breast cancer. But no matter how much support she has, she seems to be sinking deeper into this dark insecurities. In fact, i find, the more that people start to give her those assurance, the more she wants it, every single minute.
I am my mom's only daughter and i think she sort of also expect this endless reassurances from me. However, perhaps it is also my own personality that i am quite bad at that, which my bros seem more equip to provide her with. I am also the 'logical' one and i tried my best to get the medical info, liasing with the doc to make sure her treatment plan goes well, dealing with the nitty gritty 'practical' stuff. Emotionally, i must admit, i am hapless because i dont think it is healthy to keep giving in to her constant need to be reassured.
My whole family, even my mom's frens knew that she just wants to be 'pampered' right now. So they will tell her whatever it is that she wants to hear but its been tough for me. I do feel guilty about it but, it is my way of coping with the whole situation too. If i need to browbeat my mom into going for chemo instead of doing the 'you are okie' routine, that's what i will do. But i have to admit, i am stressed too though i can only destress with my hubby because of what's happen in my own family.
I am 38wks pregnant and due any day now but i am wishing that baby will not come out so soon while we are dealing with this. My mom is upset with me because i keep focusing her back to taking charge of her own emotions. I see my father tired out because of her endless questions (she doesn't sleep much at night) and i would get her to try to be more responsible for her own emotional health. Now she is saying its because i am not a christian (my whole family is) that's why i am not a good daughter to give her what she needs. I don't really care about those comments since i've been dealing with her unhappiness over this religious issues for a long time now. Not that it is easy since she is using her illness as a leveage to get us to convert as a sort of 'death-bed' wish.
Sigh. I think it is all quite a long winding venting sort of post. I am getting it out of my system, pouring it out into cyber space instead of just internalizing it or loading it up on my hubby. If anyone can highlight what it is that i am doing wrong, please, let me know too.
Frankly, i am feeling terribly helpless whenever i see her. Our whole family has been trying to be as supportive as we can. My two brothers working overseas flew back as often in this last mth and my father has taken off from his business in china to keep her company to the various doc appts. We tried to answer her many questions but she just kept repeating herself (e.g. will she live to see her sons get married? will she have a relapse? etc).
She has a wide network of support from her church friends, some of whom have recovered from breast cancer. But no matter how much support she has, she seems to be sinking deeper into this dark insecurities. In fact, i find, the more that people start to give her those assurance, the more she wants it, every single minute.
I am my mom's only daughter and i think she sort of also expect this endless reassurances from me. However, perhaps it is also my own personality that i am quite bad at that, which my bros seem more equip to provide her with. I am also the 'logical' one and i tried my best to get the medical info, liasing with the doc to make sure her treatment plan goes well, dealing with the nitty gritty 'practical' stuff. Emotionally, i must admit, i am hapless because i dont think it is healthy to keep giving in to her constant need to be reassured.
My whole family, even my mom's frens knew that she just wants to be 'pampered' right now. So they will tell her whatever it is that she wants to hear but its been tough for me. I do feel guilty about it but, it is my way of coping with the whole situation too. If i need to browbeat my mom into going for chemo instead of doing the 'you are okie' routine, that's what i will do. But i have to admit, i am stressed too though i can only destress with my hubby because of what's happen in my own family.
I am 38wks pregnant and due any day now but i am wishing that baby will not come out so soon while we are dealing with this. My mom is upset with me because i keep focusing her back to taking charge of her own emotions. I see my father tired out because of her endless questions (she doesn't sleep much at night) and i would get her to try to be more responsible for her own emotional health. Now she is saying its because i am not a christian (my whole family is) that's why i am not a good daughter to give her what she needs. I don't really care about those comments since i've been dealing with her unhappiness over this religious issues for a long time now. Not that it is easy since she is using her illness as a leveage to get us to convert as a sort of 'death-bed' wish.
Sigh. I think it is all quite a long winding venting sort of post. I am getting it out of my system, pouring it out into cyber space instead of just internalizing it or loading it up on my hubby. If anyone can highlight what it is that i am doing wrong, please, let me know too.