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The last two months have been the hardest of my life.
My mother has fought stage 4 metastatic colon cancer for the last five years. She has two nephrostomy bags, a colostomy bag, and a JP Drain (for an abscess in her abdomen that leaks horrible smelling infection from her stomach) hanging out of her body. She can’t walk due to DVT blood clots in both legs that are dangerously close to reaching her Vena Cava, with one blood clot being the size of an apple. She was in the hospital for four weeks, then hospice ipu for two. Hospice made me put her in a nursing home, because she isn’t dying fast enough. She was only there for two days and then right back to the hospital. Spent two more days in the hospital and is now back in hospice where I’ve been told that we HAVE to have two new facilities picked out by Monday.
Cancer is taking over her body. There are more cancer cells than blood cells at this point. She is dying. We placed her with hospice at the recommendation of five different doctors. Yet hospice is saying they can’t keep her because the ipu is intended for short term stays, yet on the website says up to six months. My aunt just passed in February from breast cancer and she was with hospice for over a month before she passed.
I just don’t understand how they can do this to people. My mom needs 24/7 medical care. She needs medication administered that I nor my family know how to give her and don’t even have access/qualifications to administer. What in the hell are we supposed to do?
I am so distraught and extremely angry and disappointed in our healthcare system here in the states. I adore my mother. Life hasn’t been too kind to her and now she can’t even die in a beautiful place because it’s all just about having money. Well, we don’t come from much. But the true measure and worth of a person’s life isn’t about the money in their wallet or the balance in their bank accounts. It’s about the love they give and the people that surrounds them.
Just trying to vent. These social workers don’t give a damn and have been just awful at communicating. We just need some peace.

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Hi! I'll attempt to keep this one short, unlike my other posts.

I grew up a non-smoker in a very much smoker family (everyone, including the teens, smoked except for grandma and me). We all live in one big family house which has three floors. Each of us, or I guess each "family unit" has their own flat, complete with the bathroom and kitchen etc. The smoking family members would all gather in the second floor hallway and chainsmoke with the window only a little cracked, pretty much using the place as a balcony.

As a kid I grew up with my emotionally neglectful & abusive grandmother who lived on the second floor, but very close to the stairs leading downstairs, away from the part of the hallway where they used to gather. This was ironically ideal as at least I didn't smell it as much back then and the only thing bothering me back then was the cat hair on my clothes I got bullied for and the feathers in my bedding I was allergic to, oh and I guess also grandma but that's besides the point. :P

Afterwards something happened that made my dad move me upstairs, and I remained there since then. This upstairs flat does not have a bathroom or a functioning kitchen, so I always have to walk down the stairs, open and close the door leading to the stairs and move through the second floor hallway if I want to go to the toilet, get kitchen appliances, literally just leave or move freely throughout the house.

As a kid it was really bad because, as I said, there were about 1-5 people smoking there at any random moment and I needed to power through that. Plus I couldn't have said anything to them either because they'd get mad I'm straying away from them or defending my health (lol fuckers).

Now at least most of the people have moved out and only two sometimes smoke there, so it's better. Still definitely not ideal, but better! Except for when some of them visit, like the teens that are now adults that now have a partner of their own who also smokes and that fuckass annoying baby they like to expose to second hand smoke that I have to pretend I find cute, even though it always reeks of smoke and shit and will probably end up with a shit ton of problems in the future. And then they all gather in the hallway and ruin the air again and again. The new people always seem to use the worst smelling brands, too, and I have to pretend like I appreciate their presence at all, which drains me to no ends. Can't wait for when they leave.

It bothers me a ton, because I have to time my actions throughout the day constantly like going to take a dump, taking out the trash, talking to people downstairs if it's needed or if they want me to etc. and it's annoying to do that and then miscalculate and end up with potential smoke in the hair/clothes/SELF and then just the feeling of not feeling clean and worrying about getting cancer. Plus the clothes were expensive, and just freshly washed.

It's also annoying when I time it juuust right, after they just smoked and I can still smell it in the air. I try to hold my breath but it isn't doing much. I always run upstairs really fast afterwards and get a tissue to blow into, I guess to reassure myself that I'm alright now.

A trip from the hallway and out of it usually takes me about 4 seconds because again, I try to be really fast, but running up the stairs while holding my breath all while the smoke is still seeping into the rest of my skin exacerbating my skin problems and possibly creating new ones in the process takes longer, around 7 seconds. My question is, how likely is this to impact my health?

I was toying with the idea of going to the cardiologist and telling him about all of this (except for the part where I'm inconsiderate about my family of course), so that he could maybe write a fake note telling them my issues got worse and that a potential culprit could have been their smoking, so if they please couldn't smoke outside instead. Corrupt, but it could work, I think?

Then again, the house is my grandma's, and she doesn't really care about any of this even though she is a non-smoker as well, so it's probably not accomplishable. Doubt she'd make an exception for JUST me either. Seems unbalanced.

Anyway, thank you for reading, and I will be glad for any responses. :)#CPTSD #EmotionalNeglect #Smoking #cigarettes #help #MentalHealth edited for the tags