I went through asimilar ordeal over XMas '03. Mom was diagnosed with cancer in July, and they initially thought it was operable.
No such luck.
Chemo and radiation knocked it back, and we received a very good prognosis around Thanksgiving.
Dec. 23rd., 2003, and she woke up around 5 AM unable to catch her breath. 911, and a trip to the hospital saw her on O2 in the ER. They were going to admit her, and she wanted some of her things from home, so I went to get them.
My last words on this earth to my Mother were, “I’ll be right back.” And I was, like Dominoes, “30 minutes or less.”
But her condition had degraded in that short time, so they sedated her and intubated her.
She held on for 15 days like that, each day a little worse than before, until she passed at 10:30 AM, Tuesday, Jan. 6, 2004.
Basically, she survived the cancer (for a while at least; her cancer was the kind that almost always comes back some few years later, meaner and tougher than before), but the treatment killed her.
“The Holdiays” just aren’t the same since having gone through this.
kalyasdad99: I have no words of comfort that wouldn’t sound trite to my own ears. I do hope your family is stronger than mine was.
Buckle in, it might be a bumpy ride.