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My mom passed away 4 months and 5 days after becoming ill. I will never forget her final breaths of life.. It was very hard to watch, and very devistating. Now she is resting in peace. And all I have is a 40+ years supply of memories.. They are wonderful memories for the most part. Of course getting the paddle at a young age is never a good memory, but I was a bad boy so I suppose I deserved it..haha.. Mom's are wonderful, and mom's know best. Mine always stood beside me, and supported everything I ever did. I love her, and she will always be with me until we reunite again.. God Bless. I will share with you a card i received from my mom after her first stint in the hospital which was back in May and lasted about 5 days.. She writes to me "Thanks for all you have done for me, the visits mean so much to me, more than You will ever know. The calling card- I called my sister (in TN) today (sunday) and talked for 1/2 an hour. Thanks for taking care of Candy (her dog) the bills, and coming to the hospital. I am so lucky to have such a loving family, and I do love you! god bless in love and prayers MOM" That card dropped me faster then you can imagine.. It was then I knew I had to be close to her all the time..
I'm gathering more pictures, and will share more stories as Time marches on.. But for now this is where I stand.. More coming soon..
Where do I begin? Over 40 years with a mom that spoiled me like a gallon of milk that sat outside for 2 weeks straight! When my mom was diagnosed with "glioblastoma" in May and we was told that surgery was not an option, I was crushed! Suddenly time had become important. Every hour of every day was vital. You see, I was the "runt" of the family or the "baby" as they say. Yes, I admit, I was a momma's boy! I have two brothers who are both older than me. So did I receive special treatment? Sure did and damn proud if it. HAHA!
As we neared the end of my moms life, I took two weeks off work to spend every day with her. It was a very hard and painful two weeks. She was becoming more ill each and every day, yet she always had that glowing smile. I don't know how one can smile when they get shots every hour upon the hour, and are forced to lie in bed day after day, and also can't eat or drink for two weeks straight.. It really hurt to see her struggle each and every day, and yet there was nothing we could do to help her.. I had a hard time dealing with that. A very hard time dealing with that. It seemed that the clock flew in circles for every day of that final two weeks that I was with my mother. She remained strong and brave all the way through. What a tough girl. As Dr. Preston at Stein Hospice said. "I'm afraid she is too strong for her own good".
Well she was strong.. As a family we did not stand in the way of mom's decisions on when to stop chemo, on if she should sign a DNR. Mom made all the decisions, not only on her final days, but also after her life.. We respected everything she wanted, and tried our best to make sure those wishes were fulfilled regardless what anyone thought.