

Ed's mother had a CT scan on Tuesday, April 19th. We then met with the radiologist and oncologist on Thursday, the 21st. The news was not good. The cancer has spread into her lungs and liver. She has terminal cancer. While the doctors didn't want to give us a time frame at this meeting, the oncologist had said 6 weeks ago that people with her type of cancer live on average 6 months. Ma has decided to fight as long as she can and will start chemo therapy on Tuesday, May 3rd. After 6 weeks, she will get another CT scan to check the progress. If the chemo is helping then she will continue, if not, then we'll have to figure out what to do next.
Both of my parents died of cancer. Mom from ovarian cancer when I was only 11 going on 12. Dad of lung cancer when I was 24 years old. Both only lived a year from the initial diagnosis despite the chemo and radiation. Ed's mom has battled cancer twice before. Ovarian cancer before I ever knew her, and breast cancer 9 years ago. While I have had both parents and a grandparent die while I was around, I was never there when it actually happened. I remember Dad coming home from the hospital and telling us kids that Mom had died. I visited with my father in the hospital just an hour before his death, my sister called me to let me know of his passing. The same thing happened with my grandmother. I had visited her as she lay dieing and told her that she needed to go, people were waiting for her on the other side of the veil. That it was going to be a grand reunion. As I drove home from the hospital, the nurse called to let me know she had died. I have always been thankful that I wasn't there when the final time came. Somehow it helped me get through the heart ache. I don't think I'm going to be able to miss out on this event this time.
The one thing I hope is that Ed's siblings and my family don't do what I and my family did to my mom during her last year on this earth. We kept thinking she'd beat the cancer and that she'd always be there. I read in her diary years later about her last Mother's Day. She had been expecting us to do something special. We were never ones to really do cards or gifts (I'm still not), but the only thing she got that day was a gift I had made at school. She was hurt, thinking that we would try to make her last Mother's Day memorable, we didn't. To us it was just another day. If I had a time machine I would go back to that day and really let her know how much she meant to me/us. Since there is no magical time machine, I pray that we all take the time to tell our loved ones how much we love them.