My mom hid her breast cancer for 2 years without any of the family members knowing... and she delayed treatment. The cancer actually ate her inside out... in which she has open wounds on her breast. These wounds have never healed. My mom has been a smoker since age of 16 and she's currently 68 years old. Out of everyone in my family... I feel like nobody wants to tell me anything. Like, it's a big hush secret.
A month ago... she told me I'm just taking a day off of work and I have paid sick days and vacation time... I'm fine. (To me... this was very odd to me because she never took any time off.) She had 3 vacation weeks left and 6 sick days. 21 days finally went by... and she couldn't walk. Her brother brought a wheelchair in the house. I came over and I seen the wheelchair. I just shook my head. She said... I have 6 more days of sick days... a lot can happen in 6 days. (Meaning... I'm going to be back to work... you watch.)
I just knew that this was the turning point of the cancer. 6 Days have gone by and my mom hasn't returned to work... nor will she ever again. And I'm EXTREMELY SAD. I said to myself... in my mind... you know mom you worked very hard in your life... you deserve a nice enjoyable retirement. But, she isn't going to have an enjoyable retirement. I fear the worse.
Moments ago... she fell for the first time trying to use the bathroom. Luckily she landed in a position where she didn't break any bones or hit her head on anything. I just picked my mom up... and I probably have never ever hugged her in 20 years. And it was just one of those moments in life when you know things are coming to an end.
She elected not to have chemotherapy. She elected not to have her breast(s) removed. She elected not to have any prescription drug pain medication. The only thing she elected to have... the cancer medication they give to you orally.
When I picked her up from the floor... she basically had twig legs. They probably gave away... because she's been basically bedridden for 2 weeks. No muscles. Just weak. And I saw the fear and freight in my mom's face. Almost like a confusion.
I knew this day would come... but my mom always said... don't worry about me. I can handle it. You enjoy your life.
Well... I can't really handle it. I don't even know what to do next? She's fatigued. She goes in and out of sleep rapidly. She has this odd cough... like you're trying to clear your throat. I don't know if I should take her to the emergency room? She wouldn't go anyways!! Even if I do take her... what can the doctors really do? Fukking cancer... you're damned if you let her die... you're damned if you admit her into a hospital... cuz she won't come out alive.
When you see your mom laying on the floor helpless... that's when REALITY CHECKS IN.
A month ago... she told me I'm just taking a day off of work and I have paid sick days and vacation time... I'm fine. (To me... this was very odd to me because she never took any time off.) She had 3 vacation weeks left and 6 sick days. 21 days finally went by... and she couldn't walk. Her brother brought a wheelchair in the house. I came over and I seen the wheelchair. I just shook my head. She said... I have 6 more days of sick days... a lot can happen in 6 days. (Meaning... I'm going to be back to work... you watch.)
I just knew that this was the turning point of the cancer. 6 Days have gone by and my mom hasn't returned to work... nor will she ever again. And I'm EXTREMELY SAD. I said to myself... in my mind... you know mom you worked very hard in your life... you deserve a nice enjoyable retirement. But, she isn't going to have an enjoyable retirement. I fear the worse.
Moments ago... she fell for the first time trying to use the bathroom. Luckily she landed in a position where she didn't break any bones or hit her head on anything. I just picked my mom up... and I probably have never ever hugged her in 20 years. And it was just one of those moments in life when you know things are coming to an end.
She elected not to have chemotherapy. She elected not to have her breast(s) removed. She elected not to have any prescription drug pain medication. The only thing she elected to have... the cancer medication they give to you orally.
When I picked her up from the floor... she basically had twig legs. They probably gave away... because she's been basically bedridden for 2 weeks. No muscles. Just weak. And I saw the fear and freight in my mom's face. Almost like a confusion.
I knew this day would come... but my mom always said... don't worry about me. I can handle it. You enjoy your life.
Well... I can't really handle it. I don't even know what to do next? She's fatigued. She goes in and out of sleep rapidly. She has this odd cough... like you're trying to clear your throat. I don't know if I should take her to the emergency room? She wouldn't go anyways!! Even if I do take her... what can the doctors really do? Fukking cancer... you're damned if you let her die... you're damned if you admit her into a hospital... cuz she won't come out alive.
When you see your mom laying on the floor helpless... that's when REALITY CHECKS IN.