If you’re like me (until fairly recently, anyway), when you hear the words “Palliative Care,” you think HOSPICE.
Hospice is a scary word in the cancer world. At least that’s been my experience. In Cancerland, nothing comes after hospice. That’s it. Game over.
So when you are a 30-something-year-old and you hear your oncologist tell you that she wants you to see a Palliative Care specialist, your heart might skip a beat. I know mine did.
For me, I think it is because I was there as my grandparents went through cancer and treatments and eventually ended up on their deathbeds. I was there when hospice began for them. And the fact that the start of hospice coincided with the start of their palliative care was not lost on me. So it’s only natural for me to associate one with the other, right?
Things were different years ago. My grandmother suffered with her shiny bald head marked with surgery scars and radiation tattoos and burns from the treatment for her brain cancer. She suffered with no relief until her poor shiny, wounded head lost its luster. She suffered until hospice started.
The hospice folks came into her home, set up a hospital bed in the dining room, and they began her palliative care, finally, with some heavy duty drugs. But she suffered until that point. And even afterward because the pain control wasn’t great. It was almost a relief when she slipped into a coma and finally died because it was so painful to watch her suffer and to hear her moan in her sleep when we knew that all hope was lost.
My grandfather’s scenario was different. I’ve blocked out the length of time he actually suffered with lung cancer. I was there, so I should know. But it is too difficult to remember how long the cancer actually took to kill him.
What was different about his experience? When he was ready for hospice, they didn’t come to us. We moved him to a hospice. This was where his palliative care began.
But it only lasted for a day. We moved him to the lovely hospice home, they started him on morphine and gave me special swabs to keep his cracked lips moist. The volunteers were warm and comforting and did their best to keep my grandfather pain free. He died that night.
So it’s likely that my ideas about palliative care and hospice are rooted in my experiences. I learned that palliative care was end-of-life care. But this is not true. At least not anymore. So what is it, exactly?
From the Cancer Center’s brochure:
Palliative Care is medical care focused on relief of the pain, symptoms and stress of serious illness. The goal is to help people live comfortably and to provide the best possible quality of life for patients.
Patients struggling with the uncertainty of serious illness need comprehensive care and support. They need to know they aren’t alone.
What Can You Expect from Palliative Care?
- Relief from distressing symptoms such as pain, shortness of breath, fatigue, loss of appetite, difficulty sleeping
- Improved ability to carry on with your life
- Improved ability to tolerate medical treatment
- Better understanding of your medical condition and medical choices
Doesn’t sound so bad. Sounds good, actually. So I’m far less apprehensive (and maybe a little excited?) about my appointment at 8:30 this morning. And I feel pretty lucky to be going to the Cancer Center at the best hospital in our area to meet with a specialist on their team. Of course I’d feel luckier to not be 30-something and in need of their services, but I’ll take what I can get at this point.
I will let you know how it goes… Though Percocet (Oxycodone) has been a faithful friend for a long while now, I’m hoping there might be something that works a little/lot better — and that’s less liver toxic — in my future.
We shall see… Good night…