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Registered: Dec 2007
My mothers journery with Cancer.. so far
My mother, is truly amazing. In January, she was taken by us to hospital, because she was ill. On the 29th, she was diagnosed with Breast, Liver and Spine Cancer... automatically a stage 4 cancer patient.
I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t want to believe it. My world, was and still is shattered.
Her red blood cells were so low, she shouldn’t have even had a readable result when they did the blood pressure test. (Technical words fail me)... but, this was the start of the mystery woman. The score was perfect. (strange apparently )
My Mum.. the woman who we all took for granted, was given two months MAX to live.
She was, naturally, too ill for chemo.. she had severe jaundice, and especially her eyes. Her skin had become grey. She was given 3 bags or more of blood every 4 days.
We started her on some natural medicines, within weeks, she was allowed chemo. Her tumour markers went from 700 to 100. This meant that treatment was working. She had her last bags of blood in March.
The doctors took back their prognosis and said that they don’t know when.. But, eventually, and before Christmas my mother will succumb to Cancer.
She was fine with the first chemo, for many weeks she had no reactions.. but, then she started getting chemo rash. So they changed chemo ... and then again. She was on her third type of chemo, and she just became tired. This was normal really. (Tired, not sick.)
Every visit she has amazed them. She should be in agony....... and she’s not. She should not be able to walk, and she can.. While it’s not far or fast... she can walk.
She does have fluid retention and it got pretty bad there for a bit. They drained 18 litres out, which never should have been that much... because it just came back so quickly. Then 2 weeks later, they drained another 3... it slowly came back.. but then we were on top of it ... and it was going away
She went in for chemo on a Wednesday and my dad asked about the results from the blood taken on Tuesday... luckily they checked, because her liver was not able to handle the chemo.
So for 8 scary weeks, while her oncologist was away, she had no chemo and just our meds. She actually started to improve. She looked better, her skin was normal, her eyes weren’t yellow anymore and her hair started to grow (haha. For any cancer patient or carer of a cancer patient, you’ll know how hard it is for them to lose their hair). It’s now at the stage where I tease her because it looks messy haha. (I love you Mama)
In the last two weeks.. her lung has been filling up with fluid. So much that again, she has amazed the doctors... because one of her lungs was more than three quarters full of fluid. So, they drained two litres out, and it’s still half full. As you can imagine, her breathing got very heavy. And yet, she still managed to walk around. And eat. I mean.. her body full of fluid and she still made sure, that she ate something. (it might have been a small slice of bread, and it would fill her up)
On Monday, the doctors gave another prognosis. A short month, to long weeks. They, still even after seeing her, and being amazed by her, believe she will have left us by Christmas.
I don’t believe it. My mother is so strong, she’s such a fighter. Her only issue is the fluid. She feels great otherwise, she looks great. And she said “I’m not going anywhere”
She’s got the next two years planned, and then some.
If you saw my beautiful mother, (apart from looking at her nail that the chemo has damaged)..... you would not know she is ill. Especially, so ill she was meant to have been gone so many months ago.
She’s still on the alternatives, and the doctors know something is being used. They can’t approve or say that they’re helping, because they’re not allowed.
Her liver tumours have shrunken. And turned into scabs.. good and bad. The scar tissue is pretending to be her liver, meaning while some functions have gotten better, others remain the same.
We pray every day, more than once... actually I don’t think we stop. We beg, we plead.
The most important thing, is faith and belief.. and no.. I’m not talking about God or religion, I’m talking about in one’s self to heal.
I just have to think about the family friend who gave up, and believe he’d be dead in the two weeks he was given... He died. Two weeks to the day.
My family is so strong, hurting, scared but yet so very strong. We believe she can over come this. We believe in her strength, more importantly.... my mother believes, and is positive.
Her breathing is getting easier, even though it’s apparently not meant to.
She’s not going anywhere. Doesn’t mean I’m not scared. Im not looking forward to Christmas... because I have to wait. Im scared of this waiting, Im scared of the unknown. I’m losing my mind, and yet I’m positive.
I cry, I howl. I even sometimes, a lot of the time.... wish I died so I wouldn’t have to live through this. I sometimes wish that when (even in many years) her time comes (because we all die) that im gone before her, but especially now. If this really is the end, (which i don’t believe) then I wish i was gone before her.
Mind power is a wonderful thing. My mother is a wonderful thing, my family and our love and closeness is beautiful. We’ll have my mum for years yet, we’ve ..... no! My mother has defied science more than once... and she’ll continue. The way I see it ... if it was really her time to go, she wouldn’t have made it to the hospital the first time we took her in... Or, she would have gotten the chemo, and it would have killed her then because her liver would have failed... OR.. just recently, she wouldn’t have had that xray, and found the fluid on her lungs.
My mother, will soon enough be... on the road to recovery.
Mama, I Love you. I need you and you are my world. You are my best friend, my soul.. my everything. I am so very very proud of you. You’ve been told since Feb that you are dying, and you’re still smiling, defying science... and as I say.. missionizing.
Love you so very very much.
LETS! Defy Science. Believe. And Missionise.
Cancer will be beaten. It will not take this Earth Angel.
Still to this day, the doctors call my mum the mystery woman.
and even though, they try to remind us how sick she is, we walk out of every meeting smiling.
I smile, purely because I make the doctors cry with what I Say, but hey! It's truth. You can't beat this force of love.
and I smile, because my mummy smiles.
I can't say it enough, she's the toughest, strongest, most stubborn woman. and I love her dearly.
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