My mom.. she
was and is my best friend.. I could always talk to her about anything and
everything..
For those of
you who don’t know yet.. my mom passed away Sept 5th 2013, this
year.
She was
diagnosed with stage 4 Lymphoma (cancer) 4 years ago. The lymphoma was currently under control and
was and has been in remission for 3 years now.
In June she started feeling full all the time and started having
problems eating. Well she refused to go
to the doctor because she said she knew something was wrong and was determined
to be at Chloe’s delivery. She said she
knew they were going to stick her in the hospital and she wouldn’t ever get
out. Unfortunately she was right.
3 days after
baby Chloe was delivered (Sept 211) my mom went in the hospital and under went
exploratory surgery and a hysterectomy.
She was in for about a week and came home. She was not well enough to come home at all
but they let her come home to be with Chloe and II. It was very hard not being able to leave
Chloe and go see my mom in the hospital.
She was home and out the hospital for about 5 days. Not even a whole
week. August 5th my dad said
enough is enough, you have to go back into the hospital. You are not well. You cant eat, your too
weak, you can barely walk etc. I knew
something very bad was wrong.
She underwent
many many tests and 1 round of super aggressive chemo. She was diagnosed with Signet Ring Cell
Metastic Stomach Cancer. This basically means the cancer had spread throughout
her entire abdomen. The scary part is
too that this all occurred within 3 months.
She had a routine pet scan in April and was clear. And started showing these signs in late June
early July. Her 1 round of chemo was 5
days long. 24 hours a day. I had never
seen her so miserable. It was almost unbearable to watch. She was in so much
pain. She was in ICU for about 3 weeks. The 4th week we moved her to the
oncology floor. Where she stayed for 1
more week. Throughout that month we
would have 1 nurse tell us we need to call in hospice, there is no hope
etc. Then we would talk to her
oncologist and she would say don’t do that yet. Give the chemo a chance
etc. We went back and forth with doctors
for an entire month. I knew how stressed
I was, I couldn’t even imagine how my mom felt.
September 4th
I was suppose to go see my mom with my dad. I had arranged for my aunt to watch
baby Chloe for me already. My dad gets
to my house and says we need to go now, totally freaking out. I told him you need to tell me what is going
on. I can handle it. He told me she
aspirated and wasn’t breathing well, we need to get there Now. Basically I made a hour drive in 30 minutes
to get to her. Basically when we got
there, I don’t even know if she knew who I was.
She was so out of it from all the chemo, and pain, and cancer. It was awful to watch. To watch someone you love so much suffering
is horrible.
We transported
her to hospice that afternoon and had my aunt bring baby Chloe so she could
hold her one last time. I asked mom and
she told me a couple of times she knew she was holding her. THANK GOD. That is the number 1 thing I kept praying
for, for mom to hold baby Chloe one more time.
She was passed
away the next day, Sept 5th at 12:17 pm.
