I just wanted to give a quick status update. I wish I had something more positive to say but the harsh reality is that Maggie is doing poorly. Of most significance, she is having tremendous difficulty breathing. Any physical movement throws off her ability to catch her breath, despite the constant stream of supplied oxygen. Leaving the bed is a down right struggle. And smiles are pretty rare and are never spontaneous. But when I ask, she always obliges.
Her poor body is being beat to hell with tumors. Her abdomen is distended and sore. Her neck has visible blobs swelling around the base that bulge with each cough. She continues to cough up stuff from her lungs, which makes her happy*, although it’s a real physical effort. And her lower back is badly bothering her. She thinks it’s her kidneys but who knows.
* Coughing stuff up means getting that which is bad out. Coughing sucks but out is good.
A few people have invited us out or encouraged us to do things that involve leaving the house. Thank you for your invitations but that’s definitely not something that’s going to happen any time soon. Right now, just leaving the bed is a traumatic event. Upstairs to the TV room to watch our favorite shows is probably an impossibility. Out of the house, no way.
A number of Maggie’s friends have come to visit over the last few days, which I know she’s enjoyed. Sadly, her interaction is limited to an occasional smile or short sentence. She’s very much in a listen-only mode.
I wish I had more encouraging things to write. Watching this happen is without question the most difficult thing I’ve ever witnessed. No doubt, it’s the most difficult thing Maggie’s ever had to do, too. I only wish I could do more to help her.