My mother's suffering haunts me daily....
My mother battled uterine cancer for 3 years. Prior to that, I was diagnosed with colon cancer, but, unlike my mom, I was lucky. It was caught early and I only had to have radiation. Yet, this put me into menopause at an early age, and by the end of my treatment, I was exhausted. Just as I was going into recovery, I found out my mom had advanced cancer. I was devestated. The first year, after her surgery and chemo, we were hopeful. But, by that time, I had learned so much about cancer that I secretly knew things could get bad. I kept all this from my sisters, until it was obvious that my mom was dying. In the beginning, my mom was so hopeful. She was still young. By the end of the second year, we found out the cancer was in her liver and lungs. A second round of chemo wouldn't help. Her physical pain increased steadily over this past year. Morophine didn't even help. Last year, she had a stroke a week after Mother's Day, which robbed her of her ability to speak. She moaned in agony, until she died, yet, she couldn't talk anymore and could only use weak hand gestures. I'd never seen anyone in such pain. The stroke, a result of her failing liver, took something so difficult, her dying of cancer, and made it even harder. She had such a beautiful voice. The stroke crushed what was left of my mom's spirit, the little bit of hope she held onto. This haunts me everyday. I feel angry. I feel exhausted, from my own shock of having cancer and then from the worst possible thing to happen right after that....my mom dying of cancer and the pain she endured. Has anyone else felt this tired with grief or this haunted by the memories of a loved one dying?
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