Aug 27, 2010 - 5:24 pm
I lost my mother on 8/15/10 after a very short bout of Peritoneal Cancer, she was officially diagnosed on 7/15/10 but had been having symptoms for about 6 months prior. She was very strong but very frightened, she actually passed from an infection she caught-her WBC was 1.1, she had no defenses to fight off whatever it is that she came down with. She had just completed her first round of chemo the week before, luckily her oncologist had called her in for blood work and noticed her potassium levels were off the chart and had her admitted to the hospital. It is so hard for me because I actually work for her oncologist (she is the best Doctor, of course I am biased :-) ), but to have to come to work and have constant reminders of this killer disease is sometimes more than I can handle. My mother was only 54 years old, she left my grandmother, myself, my 21 year old brother, my four kids-her grandkids that she loved and adored. I want to scream at the top of my lungs that this isn't fair but what good would it do? She fought a good fight and I am so relieved she is no longer suffering but I am selfish - I miss her, I want her back....