Postby ChristyB. » Sun Mar 12, 2017 11:38 am
My husband was diagnosed 6 1/2 years ago, and has so bravely undergone numerous surgeries, procedures, chemo, and pinpoint radiation. Then last October, a very large duodenal ulcer that we didn't know about eroded an artery and started a bleed. I came home from a drug store run to find him dying in a lake of blood. The heroic paramedics brought him back, as he was " seeing THE light".
Since then, he has been declining steadily. He now weighs 134, healthy weight was about 220. ( He has active cancer in numerous organs, and is being treated with Vectibix, as a last ditch effort) When he stopped eating, I was trying everything, walking through the grocery store crying, searching the aisles for something, anything, that he might eat. Then I finally got smarter and did some research, and learned about cancer related cachexia-anorexia. I understand now that there is no one in the world that wants to eat, and to live, more than he does. I no longer beg, plead, nag, or stand over him watching him. He can handle a couple of Carnation Breakfast Essentials, they are mixed with milk, but I no longer beg him to try solid food. We had a serious "word of prayer" with a very close friend who was absolutely relentless, and several other people who tried to guilt him into eating, it was incredible how thick headed some people can be on that subject. Sometimes, knowledge of exactly what we're dealing with here helps people understand. But, as the one person wrote, You can't fix stupid !
Prayers for you, and all of us!