Friday, April 10, 2015

On Stopping Treatment and Choosing Hospice

This past February, Alan stopped taking chemo. Together, we made the difficult decision that he would stop all treatments altogether. No one really talks about why young people with terminal illnesses stop treatment and choose hospice, or what it’s like to make that decision. At least, no one talked to us about it in terms we could understand. Although it feels like it happened in a single moment of clarity, everything that had happened in the months leading up to the decision were all part of the process.


One morning in February, Alan woke up with chest pain. I’d noticed that he’d had a hard time catching his breath the night before. Worried, I sent an email to his oncologist. I drove to work and felt a pit in my stomach the rest of the day. That night, the chest pain got worse. His heart was racing, and he was too weak to move or talk much. His oncologist had emailed back, suspecting he could have pneumonia.

Alan didn’t want to go to the ER (he never did; I couldn’t blame him). So as a compromise, he agreed to go with me to Target to get a blood pressure monitor first. If his blood pressure was too low or his heart rate too fast--two things I’d learned could be signs of a serious infection--he’d let me take him in. We sat in the store parking lot, and I skimmed the monitor’s quick start guide. I attached the cuff to his arm, and a few seconds later the readings told us things weren’t looking good.

As much as we hated it, the ER had become a frighteningly familiar place. This time, though, something was different. A doctor came in to tell us that Alan did indeed have pneumonia. She said, “I need to ask everyone this question, but given your history, I need you to really think about it: If you stop breathing, do you want us to do everything we can to resuscitate you, including putting you on life support?” We were bewildered. We knew he was sick, but was he that sick? He asked if he had a good chance of fighting the infection. “You have a good chance,” she said, “but with everything else going on, there are no guarantees.”

Being on life support means being intubated -- having a tube inserted into your trachea to help you breathe. It can be so uncomfortable that most people have to be sedated. People get intubated all the time, like when they’re undergoing surgery, for instance. But many of these people can get off of intubation because they’re healthy and can breathe on their own after the procedure. Things aren’t quite so clear when your body is riddled with cancer.

“If I’m put on life support, will I get to come off of it eventually?” Alan asked.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she said. No one knew the answers to our hardest questions. She went on to say that if he couldn’t breathe on his own without intubation, he would be kept on life support indeterminately, transferring the weight of deciding when to stop life support to me.

That was all he needed to hear. Alan didn’t want to place that kind of burden on me. He said no to life support, and I breathed a small sigh of relief. I was ready to do whatever Alan wanted (or so I thought) but was grateful that I wouldn’t have to make this one decision on my own.

The next morning in the hospital, Alan wouldn’t wake up. I tried calling his name and shaking him gently, then more firmly. For my own peace of mind, I asked the doctors if he would pull through. “It’s not like he could just slip away right now, could he?” I asked. I just wanted them to reassure me that everything would be okay. But they didn’t. He’s very sick, they said. Their faces said it all.

I started panicking, wondering if Alan had made the right decision last night in the ER. If he had stopped breathing right then, would I really have let them do nothing? Was that really what Alan would have wanted? It didn’t seem right. He was just awake and talking the night before. On top of that, if he had stopped breathing and they hadn’t intubated, he would have died in the hospital, which is the last thing he wanted. The thought that this could be it and not knowing what to do unhinged something inside me. I held Alan’s hand and cried uncontrollably.

Alan was moved to the transitional care unit, the floor that’s a step below the intensive care unit on the Scariness-of-Hospital-Floors scale. His vitals were going crazy, and he developed hypothermia -- his temperature dropped to 94 degrees. Antibiotics dripped into his veins, plastic warm-air-filled sheets continually blew warmth over his body. Eventually, Alan woke up. He started talking and eating again, but we weren’t yet in the clear.

I needed a reality check on what was happening and what we needed to prepare for. So I went to see Alan’s oncologist, one of the few doctors who really knew his medical history. She pulled the x-ray of Alan’s lungs up on the computer screen. We looked at the white spot where the pneumonia was. From what she could see on the film, she told me that she’d be very surprised if he needed to be intubated. He would pull through, she reassured me. But then she said that the infections would likely keep happening. They might become more and more severe. We needed to think about what Alan wanted. This was something people kept saying to us, but I didn’t know what they meant. Before I left, I asked the question we always asked: How long? Six months to a year, she said. My heart broke.

Right before Alan was admitted to the hospital, I had started reading Being Mortal (a book I’d highly recommend to everyone, especially to young people who are dealing in any way with terminal illness). One of the stories about a 34-year-old with terminal cancer reminded me of us. Here she was, telling her husband that she didn’t want to die in the hospital, yet that’s exactly what happened. He felt helpless not knowing how to make her wish a reality. It felt like looking into a mirror. Alan had made it clear that, when it was time, he wanted to pass at home. But the only protocol I knew how to follow involved coming into the ER and being marooned in the hospital for days on end. That is not the kind of plan that leads to living out your last days in the comfort of your own bed, surrounded by friends and family.

The book had brought up a topic no one had broached with us before and one that I knew very little about: hospice. Hospice, I thought, was for those who had given up on life completely and involved nurses who helped you die.

But actually, hospice is quite the opposite. It’s for those who want to choose life now and involves nurses who help you live out your best days possible. Here’s one definition of hospice that I found online and liked: Hospice care is a specialized care designed to provide support to you and your loved ones during an advanced illness. Hospice care, typically for patients who have a life expectancy of six months or less, focuses on comfort and quality of life, rather than cure. The goal of hospice care is to enable you to have an alert, pain-free life and to live each day as fully as possible.

One reason why deciding on hospice is so scary is because you have to accept that there is no cure, at least not in the way of chemos or surgeries or radiation or anything else modern medicine can offer. We’d known for months, maybe even years, that there was nothing that could give him back his life. The only option was chemo to slow the cancer growth. But no one wants to let go of that hope, and with each new chemo Alan would try, it was possible to put off coming to terms with the hard truth. We’d think things like Maybe this new chemo will stop the tumor growth and Alan will get 10 more years! Alan’s oncologist would say similar hopeful things, even though studies showed, on average, that these chemos only added two extra months to patients’ lives.

Watching Alan on chemo was like watching him go into battle every day. The side effects were getting worse and worse. He developed a skin toxicity on his feet that was so severe that he couldn’t walk. Even wearing socks caused tremendous pain. A bigger concern was that despite enduring the treatments and the horrible side effects, the cancer was quickly and steadily growing. All the tests and scans showed the chemo wasn’t working; they were stealing life from him without giving anything back in return. As Atul Gawande writes, chemo takes health and time away from you now to (hopefully) give you more time later. But when you’re waging war against a terminal illness, that time later may never come.

Alan worried that by choosing hospice, he would be letting me down. To me, his decision to stop treatment so he could focus on his time now, despite everything his doctors and everyone around him said, brimmed with courage.

Since getting discharged from the hospital in February, we haven’t been back to the ER once (fingers crossed it stays that way!) Before that, Alan had been hospitalized about once every month for the prior six months. With hospice, the focus is on providing care at home, so a nurse comes to see Alan once a week. We have a 24/7 number to call, staffed by nurses, in case any emergencies happen overnight. There’s no denying the deep sadness we feel or the new challenges and fears we face each week. But these things would still be there even if Alan continued with treatment. Hospice hasn’t been perfect, but it feels the closest to being aligned with Alan’s wishes and for that I am grateful.

This is part of a series called "What I Talk About When I Talk About Cancer." It's inspired by something I read in Haruki Murakami's memoir What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Murakami says it's "... a book in which I've gathered my thoughts about what running has meant to me as a person. Just a book in which I ponder various things and think out loud." It's been two years since Alan's second cancer diagnosis, which I sometimes talk about, but more often don't. These posts are for the times when I need to "ponder various things and think out loud."

16 comments:

Kelsey said...

Sobrina, I have been reading your blog for years and look forward to each new post. I am tremendously sorry to hear about all that you and Alan are going through. You are both in my prayers.

Stacy said...

Your strength and spirit are astounding. You are such a beautiful example of a loving, caring, supportive wife standing alongside her husband through it all. I love you both so much.

Jaynee Castro said...

Sobrina, you are so strong and I admire you.

Anonymous said...

I ran into your Instagram and absolutely loved your style. Recently started to follow your blog.

Thanks for sharing such a personal experience. Sending you lots of love and positive energy.

Jennifer Coker said...

I'm absolutely floored by you, Sobrina. You're one of the strongest, kindest, gentlest, humble, and caring women I've ever had the privilege of knowing. Thank you for sharing so much of your life with the people around you. You're inspiring. I hope to be even half the wife, sister, daughter, and friend you are. I love you, and am always praying for you and Alan.

Mary said...

Hi Sobrina, not visited your blog for some time but made it here today. My thoughts and prayers are with you and Alan at this time. xxx

Rachel said...

My heart is breaking for you both. I'll be praying for you.

Enjoy grace! said...

Praying for you both. Jesus, hold Sobrina and Alan close to your heart, You never let go, Your miracles renew and sustain them, we need one now. Amen.

Lyndsay W said...

I've been reading for years Sobrina and I'm so sad to read this most recent entry. Will say a prayer for you and your brave husband.

Briel said...

Sobrina, I'm so sorry to hear about what you and Alan are going through. You are such a supportive and strong person and Alan is lucky to have you by his side. Wishing you both the best and keeping you both in my thoughts. I hope that Alan continues to stay far away from the ER in the coming months.

Giovanna Iorio said...

Oh Sabrina, I did not know. I saw you and Alan in your wedding dress and I was happy to see you happy.
I did not know, and my heart is so sad. I wish I could do anything for you and Alan, but I only have words coming to you from this distant place, the old city of Rome.

http://amicidiletture.blogspot.it/2015/04/primavera-lungo-il-tevere.html

Please let me send for you a sweet scent of spring, in this link you will find daisies that grow on the black wall of the Tiber.
May the sun shine on you always, and keep your pure hearts warm.
With love,
Giovanna and Alan Bates

Gladys Laguardia said...

hello sobrina. i have been following your blog for some time. i'm sorry to hear about how alan's cancer has progressed. somehow, i am also relieved that you have decided for home care. i'd just like to share that i have heard of natural cures to cancer, stuff you can do yourself at home, with fruits and natural cleanses and things. just in case you haven't yet heard of it. you can do your own research and probably find a place not too far from you that offers natural treatment and consultation and things. i would really love for alan to be back to health. God bless you.

Gladys Laguardia said...

hello sobrina. i have been following your blog for some time. i'm sorry to hear about how alan's cancer has progressed. somehow, i am also relieved that you have decided for home care. i'd just like to share that i have heard of natural cures to cancer, stuff you can do yourself at home, with fruits and natural cleanses and things. just in case you haven't yet heard of it. you can do your own research and probably find a place not too far from you that offers natural treatment and consultation and things. i would really love for alan to be back to health. God bless you.

Suzanne Marie said...

Hello to both of you. It has been a long time since I read your blog. I just happened on it today. When I first found you online you were dealing with the cancer. And here you are still dealing with it. Along with all the other commenters I am so sorry. I had hoped you dear one would beat the odds. I don't know what your religious beliefs are or if you have any. I know that the God of the Bible is so anxious to restore this earth to a paradise he originally intended it to be where we all could live in peace and happiness with no more sickness or death. He has a plan and his plan is in progress. His purpose is soon to be fulfilled. Even if your loved one dies we are promised a resurrection. It doesn't help the sorrow you will feel now. But hope is a great healer. May you have hope in your life. Love to both of you

Sue said...

<3 You and Alan are in our thoughts and prayers. Love you guys and I'm glad we got to see you!

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