So the past month or so has been a series of "holy fuck" moments for my aunt, who I'm quite close to.
First she has abdominal pain. She goes to get it checked out. Holy fuck she's got a severe gallbladder inflammation.
She gets her gallbladder surgically removed, then goes home to recover. The hospital does a biopsy on the removed gallbladder. Holy fuck there are cancer cells in there. But it's a good thing they caught it early, and they've already removed the gallbladder!
But she's suddenly got abdominal pain again, along with bloating and a whole bunch of other symptoms, so she goes back to the hospital. Holy fuck, she's got an obstructed bowel.
She gets another operation to clear the obstruction and install a stent. Except during the process of dealing with the obstruction, they did a scan on her abdomen, and holy fuck there are cancer cells all over the place. They didn't catch the cancer in her gallbladder early at all, in fact the cancer cells in her gallbladder were almost certainly metastasized cells from elsewhere.
She stays in the hospital and starts her first round of chemo. But afterwards she drifts in and out of consciousness, which isn't meant to happen. They do a scan on her brain. Holy fuck, there's hemorrhaging and blood clots, she's basically had a stroke; they're not sure if it's due to her original cancer, or due to a reaction to the chemo, or some other factor.
So that's where we are now. She's probably going to pass today or tomorrow. It took roughly one month to go from "my tummy hurts" to "she's not going to make it".