Hello. I am not sure why I am writing this here. I may be just venting some thoughts out to people who may actually know what I am feeling. I am going to begin this message with "I love you Mom".
My mom had breast cancer at the age of 43. We were shocked as there is no cancer in our family. My mother had a mastectomy along with 6 months of chemo and 6 weeks of radiation. Her cancer appeared to be fairly aggressive and the outlook was not that positive. She survived! 10 years later she was still a miracle! Keep that in mind to anyone who knows a person battling Breast Cancer. She was 43 with an aggressive tumor that had begun to spread through the lymph nodes and she beat it!
My mom raised me on her own and I was her only child. We were always close but, after her battle with breast cancer our relationship was even stronger as we were also stronger for getting through such a difficult time.
Last December 2006 my mother began to notice an uncomfortable stomach problem. It seemed like indigestion but, it never got better. It gradually turned into a swallowing problem as well. She began to loose weight from the feeling of fullness as well as the other symptoms. She visited with her family doctor numerous times from January to May of this year. She would receive new medications and even a barium test which showed very little. The blood tests came back with nothing alarming and so, as the symptoms got worse she would press her doctor for further testing. Eventually in May she received an endoscopy which revealed a very large ulcer/tumor in her upper stomach. It was confirmed within 2 weeks that it was indeed Stomach Cancer but, not related to any other cancer she may have once had. It was not secondary.
My mom was 53 this time and it was hard to be up for the battle we were facing this time. We new the odds and it scared us knowing how long she was struggling with this cancer already. We were determined to do what we could though and were not ready to throw in the towel by any means. June 20th was her appointment to have her entire stomach removed but, when the surgeon began the surgery she saw how advanced the cancer was and proceeded to insert a "g-tube" into the stomach and close her stomach back up. My mom was given 3 to 6 months to live.
We came home and that is when my mom, myself and my mom's sister took a crash course in all there is to know about caring for someone who can not eat or hardly drink. We learned how to help her get the nutrician she needed through her feeding tube as well as learn all we could to make her comfortable and pain free. This exhausting time lasted until the end of July so, about a month. My aunt and I took turns sleeping at my mother's house and my husband worked and took care of our two young children almost on his own. I would have kept up this pace forever if I needed too but, my mom felt it was time to go to the Palletive Care unit to be better assessed.
My mom passed away August 21st 2007. She hardly uttered a complaint during this last battle. She stayed as strong as she could, for as long as she could and I know it was mostly for me. I miss her so much and I am struggling with the fact that I had to watch her suffer right until the end.
I don't think I am bitter but, at times I just feel consumed by the thoughts of her last weeks and days. I would give anything to have taken some of her suffering and replace it with some peace. At least now she is finally cancer free... for good!
As you can tell I am still in the grieving process. I suspect I always will be but, I also know I have to continue to live and find the enjoyment in life wherever it is. Right now it is in my family. My two young children see the world as beautiful and exciting and I remind myself this and that is how I know I will keep going.
Thanks for reading "My Story".
Keep smiling...