Sorry, I Didn't Tell You The Truth

*hugs* I hope it went/is going ok

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Fingers crossed!

Thanks everyone.

I didn't fall flat on my face or anything so I guess it went okay. The Dr.'s visit, well, I'm still trying to figure that out.

My Dr. (he's an oncologist as well as a hematologist) told me he wished I told him about my mother's cancer coming back because he would've liked to help with the treatments.

I do this whole thing again in two weeks.

*hugs* glad you made it through

good for you - you got through it - good luck for the next appt - take care

((((((((((OrangeBlossom))))))))))),

I know the pain you went through with your mother.....I recall my Mothers death just 4 years ago in January.....her cancer (vulvar) went through her body into her lungs & brain within 6 months after the surgery.

Sitting there holding her hands, telling her is was ok to let go so she could die because that was the only way she was going to get better like she kept asking me when she was "going to get better".

Go figure.....she refused to let me go to her Dr's appointments because she knew they were going to tell her everything she needed to know....kept asking ME when she was going to get better????

Sadly, we all want our parents to die with dignity.....we so badly want to see them with respect, dignity, & pride in our eyes.....& it seems that most of the time......that just doesn't happen that way.

I know that everyone has their time when they are GOING to die. No matter how many miracles happen in ones life to be saved, the thing is that we are not immortal & there comes that time when we die......just a fact of life is death.

I know holding onto a picture that isn't true eats at us & I am glad you were able to let go for the reality of what happened.....that is when our own healing can start.

I hope that now you can start lifing your life for you & your husband & hopefully get some peace that you have long deserved.

May you enjoy peace,
Debbie

I am so sorry for what you've had to endure...It is so terribly sad.

I lost my father suddenly almost 2 years ago, and there are such vivid images that I will never be able to erase about that day.

I hope you find some sense of peace in posting your feelings here. Someday, I hope to be able to do the same.

Ria

((( Debbie )))

Thank you. I hope so too.

I'm sorry to hear about your loss, Ria. When I lost my dad I was just a little girl and that loss effected my whole life, and still does to this day.

((((((((Orange Blossom)))))))))

Your truth is painful and I am so so sorry you had that awful experience. But I am glad you got it out and we are here to listen. Your mom is at peace now, thank God. Take care of you.

Thank you MissCharlotte.

I can't believe it's been two months today since she died. One minute it seems like it happened yesterday and the next it seems so long ago.

Getting rid of her stuff is hard. We're taking what we can use or stuff that's meaningful, but one thing I'm having trouble with is her bedroom set. We have no room for it in my house so it looks like it will go to Salvation Army.

It's a very good quality set. It's "been through a lot." (Fires, etc)

When my parents got it I got their old bed. (which was actually scary for me because it was a double bed and I was only six.) That set is one of the only remaining things left from "back then." I guess it represents both my parents.

Weird, huh? The strangest things can become so meaningful. T told me to write about it and I just might do that. To be so sad over a bedroom set seems ridiculous, but there you have it.

Thanks for sharing the truth of your story. Dying is not a pretty picture. I attended my friend, Tom's dying of AIDS. He had a massive stroke, and he had wanted to die at home.

There was no hospice support. I was there with my partner, Tom's partner and Tom's mother.

It was an agonizing experience.

for me it was my mums chair, she used to sit in it and read her love stories (mills and boon) and I think dream of a life she never had - my sister had it in her garage not wanting to get rid of it and not having a place for it - and I couldnt bring it back to OZ - and a lady walking by one day said how lovely it was and so my sister gave it to her - I think my mum would have liked the thought that it was still being used and that some good came out of it - my thoughts are with you

((((orange blossom))))
It took me a bit of courage and strength to read your post. It brings back the memories of my grandmother the night she died. Grandma died of a long battle with lung cancer. I was 12 the last time I saw her alive...which was the night she died. I still feel every breath she gasped for. My husband died under my hands as I was giving him CPR. Both have haunted me over the years. I still believe watching my grandmother fight for every last breath is the reason for my fear today.

Life and death....such hard issues.

((( snowy )))

((( phoenix )))

((( sky dancer )))

((( everyone )))

Thank you for sharing your stories. It helps to know people understand.

Snowy, I know how painful your story is and I am honored that you read mine and offerred your support to me.

((((my pet)))) hon I know it is so difficult to go thru. when I lost my mom, I would see her face in such agony for months after. the sounds haunted me too. we didn't have a good relationship at all. I miss her terribly or am I missing what a mother should have been? either way I miss her. I always will hon. you will miss your mom. take your time going thru her things if you can. time is a healer. I love you hon.

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