After speaking with her specialist my Mums news is not that good. Her cancer has started to spread. When he went in to clean her stent he said it was pretty messy in there, meaning lots of bleeding and growing. She has been coughing up a lot of blood. Usually when he cleans it out he comes back saying it was nice and clean, not this time. He suggested Chemo, I don't think my mother would cope with chemo physically, she is 76 now. I think she will most likely refuse it and prefer to have quality of life than to go through chemo.
He also recommended that she have another stent put into her other lung in the next couple of months as the bad one is most likely going to collapse soon.
To be honest I would never have thought I would have lost my husband before losing my mother. My Mum was diagnosed long before Max and obviously a different Cancer. Max learnt a lot from her courage and attitude to life, it certainly rubbed off. When I was going through IF, my biggest fear was that my future child would never know their grandmother and that my mother would never meet my future child. I wanted them to spend time with them and learn from them. Instead my son has no father to grow up with and learn from. I am grateful they they have at least met Babbaboo and have spent precious time with them both, I just wish it was longer. Wishing my Mum more strength and courage to get through the next stage.
I hate fuck'n cancer, I wish it would give my family a break!