Hey y’all today I’m going tell you a bit about my mom.
A year ago in May 2019 my mom, a perfectly healthy adult, had a grand mal seizure. She came home from the hospital with no information other than yeah “your healthy”. Thankfully our local doctor told her to go to Massachusetts General Hospital (MGH) to get a cat scan and double check. She came back with a stage 4 glioblastoma, a nasty brain tumor she later named Clyde (that son of a bitch (sorry to all those named Clyde)).
My mom is the most bubbly person I know, she could meet someone, talk to them for less than an hour and years later that person would come up to her and she would treat them like a long lost friend. Every friend she had was some sort of family to me growing up. Her “sisters” were her two best friends and practically my aunts. She would walk into a room and everyone would light up. She was the life of the party. She was also my best friend. She was always there to support whoever needed it.
After 10 months of rigorous treatment and fighting like a tank she decided to come home from the hospital on hospice. The same day my brother and I moved in to help my dad take care of her. A year after her diagnosis and two months after I moved in, she passed away.
I discourage myself from saying “I lost my mom to cancer” or “my mom lost the battle to cancer”. Nothing was “lost”. My mom will always live in the lives she touched throughout the years. She conquered her battle, she fought through the tough times like a warrior. When she decided to come home on hospice she was in full control of her destiny, she died valiantly on her own terms.
If you or a loved one is going though similar times please don’t hesitate to contact me or write down below. I cant help in many ways, but I’m a great listener and wouldn’t mind someone to talk to myself.