My mom was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer in July of 2018 (She had just turned 70 June 22nd). She did 12 treatments of chemo the first go round. Their was shrinkage of the tumors, so she got a break for 3 months. But my mom had a very aggressive cancer, so her 3 month CT showed progression of the cancer again. From that point on, she never really got much of a break from chemo. The last 6 months of her life, she slowly withered away. It wasn't easy for me and my sister's to watch our once very independent mom, depend on us for everything. But that's what children are suppose to do, and my sister's and I gladly did it. But as the months went on, and we saw the changes, the weightloss, fatigue, lack of appetite, hemoglobin, potassium, protein, all being low, but my mom still kept going. But as the cancer progressed to her lungs, she had to deal with fluid buildup. She got it drained, and still hung tight. Well these last 3 weeks she really went downhill. Ended up in hospital, was put on oxygen 24/7. She seemed a little better, but was back in the hospital 2 weeks later. She had slight pneumonia, they treated it, but said she was at the point that she needed hospice care. I never visited my mom the couple times she was admitted to the hospital, because I just couldn't see her hooked up to stuff, my sister's always went. Well hospice was going to be set up at my mom's house, because she preferred that over a facility. My mom ended up passing away at the hospital on March 21st, and I never went and saw her, cause I thought she was coming home with hospice. It was never easy for me to see my mom go through that, but I covered it up, cause I never wanted her to see me break down. Had I gone to the hospital, I would of, and I didn't want the last images of my mom to be laying in a hospital bed, and then leaving, knowing that could of been the last time I saw her. My sister's were there when she passed, so she wasn't alone, and I'm grateful for that.