Mom

March 16,2011 is a day that I will never forget.

My beloved mother passed away...

Although we all knew my mom had breast/liver/bone cancer, the finality of that day still seems so surreal. She was rediagnosed 2 years and 3 months ago..scarred then, we all rallied together and made the most of the time my mom had. We had a spectacular 55th birthday party for her, a family trip to San Diego and lots of dinners and movies together. Things were going good.. chemo was working, good dr. reports...We all put the thought of cancer to the back of our minds.. her engergy level had decreased but over all she was feeling pretty good.

This last Christmas I could tell she was more tired.. After 2 years of chemo.. the dr. had let her have a month off of chemo.. there were no signs of liver lesions..then in Feb. her PET scan showed some liver activity. SHe was tired..very little energy and not much of an appetite. He started her on a new drug..she had 2 rounds.. Early March her blood work showed that her liver function numbers were 2-3 times what they should be.. we were all very worried but she still wanted to go on her coveted "girls' trip" to San Diego. I talked to her after she had been there for a day..she was upbeat and having a great time.. Day 3 she called and said she was yellow and couldn't get out of bed and her friends were worried. She called the dr. and he told her to come home.

We got her to the hospital, she was there for 3 days..Scans showed her liver was covered in cancer lesions.. She said "I am NOT done yet". She was such a fighter. We came home with a dr. appt the next week to continue chemo. She was determined to get to that appointment. We stocked her fridge with easy, healthy foods.. She seemed more and more confused and tired over the next couple days.. She would only eat a bite or two. She was in pain.

My brother,sister and I got together and decided we should call Hospice. Her pain was getting out of control and she just didn't seem right. I stayed with her for 2 days..the first night she was up and down all night, in pain and unable to sleep. I was up with her.. just talking and watching her sleep. Hospice came the next day. We were all there to help her make the decision to enter Hospice care at home. My uncle, aunt , brother and sister all looked at eachother..not wanting to admit what this meant. There were a lot of hidden tears.. sad looks and an overwhelming sense of togetherness.

That night, after I had been up night the previous night.. my sister and I watched Juno with my mom. It was one of her favorite movies. She tapped her toes to the music, she would open her eyes and watch the movie for a few seconds and then close her eyes and just listen. We got her morphine and got her into bed. Courtney went home. I laid on the couch, thinking of the future..knowing deep in my soul what the outcome of this situation was.. I heard my mom crying in her room.. I laid with her. She was in a tremendous amount of pain. We could not get her comfortable. I called Hospice. They told me to give her a few more drops of morphine. My mom looked so helpless laying in her bed.. I just kept telling her how much I loved her. How great she was and what a great mom she was. After a half hour she was feeling worse..She wanted out of the bed. She was angry that she was in so much pain. I got her up and out to the living room. She cried the whole way out there. She was crying for her mom.. that's how much pain she was in. I was so scared I was shaking. I didn't know how to make her feel better. I rubbed her and feet..I sat on the table in front of her and just watched her fall asleep. The meds kicked in and she was able to sleep. I sat and starred at her for 3 hours, watching her breathing, looking at her beautiful face.. wondering what in the world I would do without her.praying for her Jesus to take her pain away..even if it meant taking her away from us.....

Finally the sun rose.. I called Courtney to come over..We called my moms friends, we told my borther we would keep him updated of any changes..My Aunt from Kentucky came in early. My mom thought she was going to the dr. at 10. I asked her at 7:30am if she still wanted to go..She sat up and said "Yes, are we late?". I told her no but we should get ready a little at a time so she couldrest. My sister and I tried to get her to stand up at 9. She tried so hard, but she couldn't do it. We just looked at eachother, realizing there was no way we were getting her out of her recliner...there was not going to be a dr.'s appointment...there was not going to be chemo..there was not going to be anymore anything... My brother came from work.. the house was filled, but quiet..people around my mom, reading to her...talking to her... rubbing her head, her hands.. Rick brought Tate over.. my mom woke up and have him a hug and said "hi punkin" and went back to sleep...that was the 2nd to last thing she said...My moms friends brought food.. hospice came to check on her.. they checked her vitals and said a hospital bed would be there later.. My moms breathing changed.. it was a shallow, rattly kind of sound.. I tried to get her to clear her throat.. she tried but didn't have the energy. I could feel my grandfathers presense.. I could feel the Lord's presense.. I was calm.. I was really, really calm.. I sat at my moms feet.. we all gathered around her.. We told her it was ok to go to be with the Lord and her sister and dad.. we told her about the wonderful place she was going.. and that we would miss her and we would be ok.. We cried.. She opened her eyes and looked at all of us.. She said"ok" and nodded her head.. She knew what was happenening.. she was ok with it.. i stayed at her feet for a long time.. They had come to set up the hospital bed.. something my mom didn't want but we knew she needed. Her breaths got very small.. She closed her mouth and took tiny breaths from her nose.. I called for Chris and Courtney to come over.. we all stood around her.. My grandmother touched her.. we were all touching her.. she just stopped breathing.. it was peacful.. it was surreal.. it was sad.. I felt relief.. relief that she wasnt' in pain, that she was in heaven.. The way I saw it was that Jesus, my grandpa and my aunt Lynn were there holding her hands and lifting her up... We cried.. we let go.. we started the next stage of this process called death.. immediatley I felt grief.. an undescribable feeling.. something i never knew existed.. something so strong and powerful and deblitating.. ...I miss my mom...