A month ago my mother felt a pain in her midsection. My dad took her for a CAT scan. The doctors found something that did not look good on her pancreas. A biopsy was scheduled. A week later they took a sample. When the results came back, they said my mom had maybe two weeks to live. I got this news while driving home from work and I could not believe it. I believed that as long as we live, there is hope, and anything is possible. My mom survived colon cancer from twelve years ago, when she was given only six months to live.
This time, the two weeks to live was accurate almost to the day. My mom got her first chemo treatment Tuesday August 18. She did not live to make it to her next Tuesday chemo treatment. Over the weekend she got too weak for my dad to care for her, and he called an ambulance to take her to the hospital. In a few days, on Monday August 24 she passed away.
I am in shock how cancer can kill so fast. The only comfort is her end came quickly and she did not linger in pain for long. Many people who suffer from cancer suffer a terrible, awful ordeal for months.
I believe in a spiritual existence, and my mother is now in peace. I don’t worry about my mom anymore, she is fine now. I now have to worry about my dad. Mom and dad have been married for over 50 years. I have to keep an eye on my father, and make sure he handles being alone, and adapts to a new chapter in his life.