Well, that’s another chapter closed. Last visit to my oncologist: check. (Yes, I made sure to rep my alma mater for this final foray into enemy territory.)
We completed the POLST form, which instructs the paramedics not to resuscitate me should they happen to be called for any reason during this final stretch. I haven’t come this far down the path toward dying peacefully at home to end up with broken ribs and full of tubes in an ambulance/ER/ICU. I also completed the paperwork for the EOLOA, including a final visit alone with my oncologist, a requirement of the law that helps ensure patients are not being coerced into requesting the aid-in-dying prescription. Mike will be able to pick up the actual medication this week. It’s a huge relief to have that process completed, as it takes more effort to get out of the house each time.
We also bid a tearful goodbye to the nurse practitioner who has helped me navigate the nasty side effects of cancer treatment for all these years, and to my oncologist, who has patiently answered my endless questions and helped me grapple with some of the most difficult decisions of my life. I never felt rushed out of her clinic and that gift of time and attention is something I’ll be forever grateful for. We didn’t get everything right, and there are some things I’d personally do differently if I had it to do over again, but we each did our best. I know she cares about me and has always respected my autonomy as a patient and a human. In a world with no perfect answers or crystal balls, you can’t do much better than that.
This weekend, we got a bit of respite at our friends’ house in Pasadena. (Huge thanks to the Merendino/Williams family once again for their generous hospitality!)
Chelsea joined us up there for the weekend (and Lauren popped in for an afternoon), and we just hung out, relaxed, and soaked in the breathtaking views. We even got to watch the fireworks display after the UCLA game at the Rose Bowl Saturday!
My most frequently asked question is how I am feeling. Answer:
Physically, I’m tired and can feel my energy waning. My neck and shoulders are in pain and I’m having trouble getting comfortable/out of pain whether I’m awake or asleep. The nausea I’d been experiencing over the past couple of weeks seems to have abated somewhat, but my food aversion is still pretty strong.
- Relieved to be definitively done with treatment and the decision-making struggles that entails.
- In mourning about all I’ll miss: Christmases by the fireplace, dinners with friends, camping trips, game nights, tailgates, weddings, birthdays, births. A lifetime of memories I won’t get to make.
- Awed by the love Mike and I have shared over these years and heartbroken that it’s coming to an end.
- Filled with gratitude that I have a husband, family and friends who are doing all they can to make these final weeks as comfortable as possible for me. (Mike has stopped working for the time being, and we are soaking in these moments together, many of which include me dozing in bed and him reading quietly next to me, or softly recounting some of his favorite memories from our years together.)