Yesterday my local oncologist and I agreed that I am too weak for more chemo, need stronger pain control, and it's time for a referral to the local hospice facility.
I have always set as my standards:
1- when I could no longer live/participate in my life
2- when chemo is doing more harm than good, or stops working
3- when pain control becomes a bigger issue than treatment
then it is time, in my mind, to move to a different focus of care so that I continue to have control over the course of my treatment.
I have also known for a long while that I didn't want to be surrounded by my bickering family in my living room during my last hours. Give me a medical (if home-like) facility, professional caregivers and drugs - in ample quantities, 24/7 - along with people who can move the bickering family members out of earshot when they start to annoy me.
My doctor agreed with me, and promised me that he will be my prescribing doctor, no matter where I am, for as long as this takes.
I'm not in critical condition. I'm not going to die tomorrow (I don't think.) But I am deteriorating past the point where things are under control, and I need stronger pain meds. I'm calm, rational and emotionally under control. The referral to hospice also removes the fear of the emergency hospital admission from every doctor visit.
Please - those of you who may be tempted to respond with messages like "keep fighting" and "never give up!" - just hold your thoughts, okay? For some of us in this situation, that's just not a helpful message. It's also not the approach I've ever taken with my cancer, and eight years in, it's too late to 180 into that now. Things happen, things change, and you have to learn to adapt.
To those who are tempted to respond "but you were fine just a month ago" - yep, you're right. Things can change and deteriorate that fast with colorectal cancer. Things are in a delicate balance, and it doesn't take much to unbalance them. But seriously, being "fine" a month ago has zero relevance to how I am today. My kidneys were failing in January, and if they deteriorated, we all knew that it would be like watching dominoes crash. Borrowed time is sort of par for the course for a person living with active stage IV cancer. Never put off until tomorrow....
This was not a difficult or tortured decision. It's been a very normal, natural, peaceful decision to make. I hope it is equally easy for others in this position when the time comes to take the next step.