Many years ago one Sunday morning, my mother (I’m an only child) said she wasn’t feeling well, couldn’t move and asked to call an ambulance. Not how I expected to spend a Sunday morning. After a few hours in the ER they asked us to go into the Doctor’s office as they proceeded to hand us each a box of tissue.
I thought to myself “ This can’t be good…why the tissues?” Unmistakenly, it wasn’t good news. We were informed that mom had Stage 4 Cancer of the uterus, it had totally invaded and metastasized. We were told she only had 20 days to live.
Such shock! We lost all speech and felt like we had been hit by an 18 wheeler.
If you don’t know, cancer takes over family, finances, relationships, your home, time and emotions. It felt like we had just been pushed into one of those mega roller coasters that never seems to stop. Long story short, we decided to huddle as a family of three, my daughter, mother and I to fight this animal.