Be your own physician

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Greetings all, I wasn't going to say anything for a bit. But I really do need support right now. This is an update on momma. For those of you that are new to this journey , my momma has had multiple surgeries and treatments for colorectal cancer. In 1986 she had cervical cancer, and then in 2013 it was discovered she had colorectal. Each time she surprises the medical community with her brilliance and her strength and her downright resolve. So, this summer it was discovered that some of the tiny spots on her liver were getting bigger. They attempted to treat them radioactively - which only partially worked. Then they wanted to switch to chemo. This sort of chemo has been a stronger one than what she's used to. I noticed that after several rounds of it a pattern developed. She would feel bad from the chemo, then a secondary infection would set in, then she would go to the hospital, they would give her a break from chemo - during which she bounces right back, then back on the chemo and there we go again. Well, after the most recent hospitalization on Valentine's Day - now they tell her that they have no more options for her and to go on hospice. Uhm. EXCUSE ME? If I could get by with it I would be using A LOT stronger language. The crooked medical community here worded it as though there were a lot more disease in her body and that the chemo wasn't working anymore. After a day of feeling bad... things started to not line up. They have no images and no right to say either of those things. We checked this out with her original physician - not the local idiots - and this is correct. My mom's original doctor for this is an hour away, she just recently has been being seen closer to home due to travel ease but I guess that is a big mistake. Mom's original physician will see her and said that she agreed that hospice sounds like an innappropriate choice right now. Sometimes you gotta be your own physician. Get 2nd, 3rd, 4th opinions. Stick by your truth no matter what. My momma is the strongest and most bad "a" person I know. She had a couple sad days, but now she's fighting mad. She's fine, she's not giving up and she feels good. She isn't going to give up, and she doesn't accept the notion of a shorter anything. She is my hero Here is an AI generated photo of my momma as a punk rocker. Her real style is little sweaters and pearls but I think this suits her.