May 21, 2002 - 1:23 am
My mom, 68 yrs old, died last friday after a long 2 year battle with cervical cancer. From day one, I have done everything I knew i could do. I left a well paying job to be with her through all her surgeries, 6 months of chemo, Dr visits, consultations. At the first available moment, I moved back into her house to take care of her. She had previous medical issues such as short term memory loss. Had it since I was 18 (I am now 47). The adjustment of living together was a little difficult. I come from a family that doesnt talk about feelings, wants, fears. Then came last January when we went for a 1 year followup visit, the cancer had returned and was diagnosed terminal. I was the only caregiver, but we also had home hospice nurse visit once or twice a week. When she couldn't remember to take her meds, I made sure she did. I made sure the nurse knew how she was doing, I did the shopping, cleaning, cooking, shed some tears and smiles of joy with her.