Last night my mother died. She had pancreatic cancer, and didn't tell anyone. Last week she told her aunt that she knew about it for a year and a half. Last month she had her leg amputated and seemed to be fine. Then she told me and my cousin that the doctors had found white lumps on a CAT scan of her pancreas, liver, and lungs. She refused to let them do any further tests, but seemed to want to go into therapy for her leg. But when she got to the rehab center she didn't want to do it, and ended up coming home in two weeks.
Last Tuesday she came home, but looked terrible. The rehab wasn't going to send her home without someone being there, and since I'm working part time my mother got two completely unreliable neighbors to go to the rehab center to learn how to help her get in and out of bed so that the rehab would release her. Once my mother got home, one of the people never showed up and the other stayed with her for two days and then ditched me on Wednesday. I ended up calling the hospice to get my mother since I couldn't move her by myself (I lost a ton of weight since breaking my jaw). Since then, she deteriorated fast and finally passed last night.
I was prepared, but it was still shocking. She kept me completely out of the loop, so I have to try to find all her paper work on my own and I have no idea exactly what she set aside or what bills she had. But otherwise I'm doing fine.