My mother lost her battle with PC on Feb 3 of this year. She was diaginosed in September of 2006. As soon as we heard the news our hearts dropped. She went into the hospital with FLU like systems and came out with PC. We didn't know how we were going to tell her, or even if we were. My mother contracted MARSA, while in the ICU. So my sisters and I decided to wait until she was clear of MARSA and moved out of ICU to inform her. SHe was in the ICU you for three weeks, befor being moved. We waited until after her birthday to tell her, and once we did she said she was ready to fight. She said she fought cancer once before, she would do it again. My mother had cancer in the gull bladder 7 years ago.
The sad thing was, that when we were first told of the PC, they said that there was no hope for treatment. Now how do you tell someone who is so ready to fight, that there is nothing doctors can do. As time passed she became weaker and PC took the one thing she loved to do away from her, and that was the ability to eat. My sisters and I took turns staying in the hospital with her, because she would not stay.
We got to bring her home in November and all she kept asking was when they were going to start treatment. We had to lie to her and tell her that she needed to build up strength. We lied to her, because as a family we decided that we would lose her sooner if we told her, because she would just give up.
The holidays came and went and I thank God everyday for giving us the opportunity to have her for the holidays. She loved the holidays, and was always the best to gather the family for them.
In the middle of January she fell ill again, and that is when the doctors told us she had two weeks to a month. She slowly fell into a coma, until she fell completely. Two weeks passed and we were happy, until January 31st. My daughter was alone in the hospital with grandmother when the doctor told her that she wouldn't last the weekend. My daughter just held her grandmothers hand and cried. She pulled herself together and called all of us. We spent every minute in the hospital with my mom until her final moments.
My sisters and I were by her side when she passed away. I was holding her left hand, and my sister was on her right hand, and my little sister was at her feet. She turned her head towards me opened her eyes, and took a deep breath, and that was it. God had taken back his angel to be with him. My mom lost her battle with PC, and I miss her so much.
My daughter found this site for me and I am so greatful that I can share my pain, sorrow and story with so many of you that are going threw the same thing.
Need lose faith, and make sure your loved one knows how much you truly love them. Thank you for listening.