leighayn4517

I am sorry for your loss. I know how powerful a dream can be. While my mom was in the late stages of her battle with lung cancer with brain mets, I dreamed I saw her on a deserted highway. She hugged me and said "everything is going to be okay." Then, she was off in the distance waving to me. When I was six, my dad was killed by a drunk driver. My mom said she dreamed that he met her on a bridge and said that he would always be with us. She woke up to that dreaded knock at our door with the awful news. She said she saw hawks in her dream. Every time we saw hawks we said it was my dad saying "hi." At the end of mom's battle, I asked her to show me a sign that she is okay after she passed. I told her to make it obvious because I would be grief stricken. Two days after she went to heaven, I was "attacked" by butterflies. My mom and I always loved butterflies! I got a butterfly tattoo in my younger days and she had a butterfly bush that she cut part of to give to me for my yard. "Dog and Butterfly" was her favorite song ever. After my initial shock wore off that I was being swarmed by "bugs," I lost my breath and blurted out, "Is that you, mom?" I see butterflies all the time now. I see them circling me, they sit on picnic blankets with me and my girls and they STAY! They are unafraid and always near. I saw you today, sweet butterfly. I love you always. Rèste en paix céleste!

I agree that everyone is different. This sounds a lot like my mom, who lost her battle in June. Leading up to her final days, she showed signs of mottling (bluish/bruised looking skin on legs and hands)and she slept more and more. Her breathing became very shallow and slowed. She couldn't eat solids anymore. She just didn't seem lucid at all near the end. She died peacefully in her sleep. I hope you have peace for all involved. I know how hard it is. I still cry everyday. God bless you.

My mom lost her battle with lung cancer with brain mets on June 5, 2012. Toward the end, I asked her to show me a sign that she is okay. I told her to make it obvious because I would be grief stricken. Two days after she passed, I was "attacked" by butterflies. My mom and I always loved butterflies! I got a butterfly tattoo in my younger days and she had a butterfly bush that she cut part off of to give to me for my yard. "Dog and Butterfly" was her favorite song ever. After my initial shock wore off that I was being swarmed by "bugs," I lost my breath and blurted out, "Is that you?" I see butterflies all the time now. I see them circling me, they sit on picnic blankets with me and my girls and they STAY! They are unafraid and always near. When my dad died when I was six, my mom said she believed when we saw hawks that it was my dad sying "hi." Now, I feel that I have a new angel and I call her "mom." I saw you today, sweet butterfly. I love you always. Rèste en paix céleste!

This post hit me especially hard because I lost my mom on June 5. She was only 55 and had lung cancer spread to her brain. She fought for a little over a year since her diagnosis. It just happened so fast. I watched her suffer mercilessly and still find myself so angry at the "why her?" I also feel lost and no longer strong w/o my momma. I miss her every day. Especially now that I'm pregnant with baby #3. God bless you and I hope you can find comfort, but I know how hard it is.

I'm so sorry to hear of the new mass. When my mom's lung cancer spread to her brain and after all treatment failed, I literally saw all hope leave her with one breath. She declined very rapidly after that. When she was actively dying, she wouldn't even look at or acknowledge me. It was so hard, but I know that (as a parent) it is harder for them than it is for us. We don't ever want to leave our children. Just be there for him. All you can do is be there. Love him. Let him know you love him. Each and every day. Always say it. If you think you've said it too much, say it again. God bless you and your family. I'm so sorry you have to go through this. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss my mom.

My mom lost her battle with lung cancer with brain mets Tuesday, June 5. She died peacefully in her sleep and suffers no more. I miss her every day. May all of you find your miracles, strength to pull through and have faith in God. I can't believe this is real. I want my mom back.

Hi, I am sorry to hear about your mom. My mom is dying from lung cancer with brain mets. I found brainhospice.com to be a great resource. My mom's disease went fast. She was diagnosed a year ago and is not expected to live another week, as her organs are failing her. I think in these situations it is normally the kidneys or heart that just give out on them and that is what kills them, not the actual cancer. But, I'm not a doctor. I hope your mom finds peace and that you can find the strength to deal with this. I know how hard it is.

My mom's kidneys and heart are starting to fail her, according to hospice. I know she is in great pain and is suffereing terribly (lung cancer/removed part of her lung but it had already spread to her brain). The nurse said she will most likely have congestive heart failure. When I talk to her it's like she doesn't even know I'm there. Does anyone know what we can expect next? How do cancer patients like this normally die. I hope it is quick and painless. I also hope it happens soon. That may seem terrible to say but I cannot stand to see her suffer one more day.

My mom found out she had brain cancer in April 2011. She had surgery to remove part of her upper left lung. The doctors told us she was "cancer free." It was a miracle. Fast forward to October 2011. Mom had a seizure at work and was taken to the hospital. Spread to the brain and not just one or two lesions, that whole screen lit up like a Christmas tree. 17 lesions. I wanted to die. My mom is 55 years young. My dad was killed by a drunk driver when I was 6. I have no brothers or sisters. My mom is my everything. January 2012 my mom fell and passed out while a friend was visiting (she lives alone as I live with my husband and young daughters). She could no longer live alone. My aunt and uncle have taken in my mom and her dog. She is well cared for. However, it seems to get worse each day. She can no longer walk. She eats napkins because she forgets what they are for. Some days she doesn't know who I am. When she first got sick she told me she was only scared for me and my babies and worried if we would be okay. My daughters are 1 and 3 and probably won't remember her. All the way through this journey, she was thinking of others. I can't imagine life without her. I wish I would have told her more, but it got so bad so fast. I don't know how much longer she has, but I hope she can keep her dignity (as much as possible), stay strong and have faith and remain pain free. I love you, mom.