I lost my mother Feb 1, 2012, to what the doctor’s say is a rare sarcoma. My mother had surgery to remove this large (small watermelon) mass in her chest on Nov 29, 2011. The surgeon said he had gotten 99% of it. We were all so excited; after all, 99%.....the oncologist did tell us that because they were unable to get 100%, we needed to take her to MD Anderson in Houston because they were the Sarcoma Center. We got her an appointment for Feb 2, 2012, and we were to travel on Feb 1, 2012. My mother continued taking her meds, oxygen tank etc. She was looking forward to her trip for healing, and we had made all arrangements. My mother became sick throwing up on Dec 27, 2011; we rushed her to ER, where she was admitted for dehydration. She was released on New Year’s Eve, 2011. She complained a lot about pain in her chest. Her primary care doctor had x-rays done and treated her for three weeks for pneumonia, changing her prescription each week, thinking the pneumonia was getting worse. Finally they sent her for CT scan which revealed that the tumor that they had just removed 99% of had returned and was even larger than it was on Nov 29, 2011. They immediately said to cancel MD Anderson trip and they would start radiation. She had her first appointment on Jan 20, 2012, to take scans with her first radiation treatment scheduled for Monday, Jan 23, 2012. On Jan 21, 2012, my brother had to call 911 because my mother was having trouble breathing. She stayed a few nights at one hospital and had her transferred to another hospital where her doctors had privileges, but it was all too late. We brought her home and she died Feb 1, 2012, the same day we were to leave for MD Anderson in Houston.
There are absolutely no words to describe my pain, my anger, or the void that has taken over my soul. I just keep asking everyone how we got here. I need to know that she is at peace, and that she doesn’t blame us (her children) for not doing more. She was there for us always, her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, never complaining a day. I need to know that when she needed us the most, we did right by her. My last memories of her conscious she was suffering…pleading with us to help her. This cancer (Sarcoma) destroyed her and the after affects continue as her family is enduring so much pain, and I just don’t know how we got here.