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It will soon be the 5th anniversery of my mother's death. She died of ovarion cancer at the age of 42. She was having symptoms for 6 years and the doctor kept telling her it was IBD and gastritous. He kept her on stuff like Previcid and Zantac. But she was in so much pain on 9/9/01 that she was rushed to the ER the ER doc went against my mom's doctor and ordered a complete abdominal scan and seen multiple tumors around her gallbladder, spleen, pancreas, and ovaeries. Then on the 10th she had surgery to remove the affected orans and half her pancreas. We thought she was going to beat it but it seems like overnight, the tumors apread through her body. On 6/3/03 the docs told her she had 3-6 months to live then she passed away on 6/25/03. I harbor alot of anger toward her doctor. And I'm still grieving.
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You have every right to be angry toward her doctor, and to be still grieving as well. Something similar happened to my dad. It will be 9 years soon and I still miss him.
Please keep posting -- maybe we can help you feel less sad and alone. Hugs, if OK. Candy |
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thunderbear, safe and gentle hugs to you.
I'm sorry to hear about your mom. Five years is not a long time so I'm sure when you come upon these anniversaries, they feel like yesterday. I understand. It's horrible. My dad was being sent to a chiroprator when in fact he had a tumor on his spine. ![]() Like your mom, he went fast. |
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((((thunderbear)))))))
anniversaries are the hardest my thoughts are with you |
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you know hon I am really sorry this happened. it is ok to still be grieving. I have a dr I don't like right now. I feel like he laughs at me and does not take me seriously. errrrrrrrr drs!
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I don't have much faith in Dr's anymore either, there are some doctors that just shouldn't be doctors. I hate my husbands doctor, for reasons I won't boar you with. I lost my Dad six years ago he was only 49 I was just 26, I still cry for him. I enjoy the good cry. I close my eyes and I listen to the songs he use to play and just cry. I feel likes he's with me when I listen to the music, I feel him in my heart and soul. I know that sounds corny but it's how I cope, it's how I visit him. Sometimes I hold his bible close to me and read the notes he scribbled down. This also helps me deal with his early death. My thoughts are with you.
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(((((((((((( thunderbear )))))))))))))))))))))
I understand how difficult anniversaries can be. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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((((((Thunderbear))))))
I feel your pain. ![]() I'm so sorry to hear about your mom. PM me if you need anything, whether it's someone to vent frustrations to, a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to listen. Take care, ![]() ![]() ![]() J
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