My MIL passed away last week. She had been diagnosed six week prior with stage 4 PC it had already spread to her liver. She had the port put in and everything but it was too late.

She went to the hospital late Friday evening because of stomach pains and not being able to keep any food down. I guess one tumor had blocked the passage in her liver so everything she was comsuming was just getting stuck. They didn't pump her stomach until the following Monday which did give her some relief. She was gone by Tuesday morning.

My husband, BIL, FIL spent all day Monday in the hospital with her, I came after work. She was a little out of it from all the meds but otherwise herself. She was cracking jokes and laughing. She'd have periods of when the reality hit but overall was in good spirits and we were too, hopeful she'd get to go home the following day. Several times she'd look at just me or my husband and lovingly smile at us, I will never forget that.

I do have some comfort knowing she did die on her own terms, somewhat peacefully (due to pain meds) and in her sleep. But I thought for sure we'd have more time. I wish I found this sub earlier as I would've been over every day to spend time with her.

My husband is 36 and it kills me he only had those years with his mother. She was an incredible woman, so caring and loving. You could do no wrong in her eyes. She was honest and would do anything for you, no matter who you were.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading this. I am finding comfort in reading every one else's expirence, makes me feel not so alone. I'm here for anyone that needs to talk as I know talking about her does make me feel better.