I know that it seems there is nothing to say, but that' okay. I appreciate you and just knowing that you care. Feel free to continue to post to me when questions arise, and if I can offer any suggestions. My mom died 10 months to the day that she awakened with symptoms. In the 2-3 months prior, she had just given a tea for a niece getting married, gone to lunch and shopping with friends.....she was active and in the middle of moving to a new home with my dad, and they were planning and living their lives. A year ago, I would have never dreamed that my mom had a brain tumor waiting to emerge. We had noticed an increase in her stress level, but believed it was because they were moving to a new home. Looking back, I feel that I should have picked up on more signs, but who would have thought? I remember in September, mentioning to my mom that she should ask her doctor for Prozac or similar antidepressant/antianxiety to help with the anxiety of moving. She didn't think it necessary.
My mom had so much faith.....she told me that she was at peace with whatever happened. She never gave up hope, but her hope changed. Initially, we knew little about a GBM, and she was never able to learn about it to the extent that we did, but she knew 4 days after surgery that it would take her life. We continued to have hope that she would be a long-term survivor and have quality days, but that never happened. Once we got to about 7-8 months post diagnosis, and knew that the tumor was resistant to the Temodar, her hope of getting better changed to the hope of Heaven to come. She enjoyed what she could, which was seeing her daughters and her 2 grandsons, and a few of her good friends, and she was able to enjoy food. The Decadron was increased and fortunately gave her that little pleasure, temporary that it was. She had her last solid meal 5 days before she died, and her best friend (a wonderful cook) had prepared it.
Eva Lyn, I must tell you that it is the strangest feeling.....to go through the anticipatory grief for 10 months, and then suddenly, be without my mom. I have cried so much, knowing that she would die, knowing that I would lose her to this tumor......and now that she is gone, there is a certain peace of knowing that she isn't going through this anymore. Knowing that she couldn't do anything, had no ability, lost most of her vision to even read, conversation of length made her nervous, was totally helpless, and at the same time, she knew that she was waiting for this to take her life......must have been absolute misery. In spite of it all, she handled it with grace and dignity, was strong, was a good patient, and did everything that she could to do things the way they should be done. Knowing all of this, and knowing her faith, I had peace in my heart the days following her death, and still do. I look at her pictures and can't believe that my mom is gone. I miss her so much and I want to talk to her. And it's only been 8 days. What will the rest of my life be like? I know that grief will last forever. But, I tell myself, that if she can fight and be strong and have the attitude that she had to fight this tumor, I will never complain about anything that happens to me, and I will be strong in dealing with this loss. Yes, we grieve when appropriate, but she wanted us to go on with our lives. It's important that we do, because it gives her life the value that she deserves.
You continue on, and do your best to help your mom. You will be glad that you did, and she knows that you love her. We will pray for you.