As I sat there in the dimly lit room holding her hand, my thoughts brought me back to the beginning. Not her beginning, but mine. For today would be her last.<\/p>\n
I had flown in a few days before to say my final good byes to my mom. Five months earlier, she had been diagnosed with a rare, aggressive form of thyroid cancer. She had the tumor removed and had undergone treatment, but the cancer returned quickly. She even went through testing in Texas to see if she would qualify for a study using new treatments for cancers like hers. Unfortunately, she did not qualify. After spending a few weeks with us, she returned home.<\/p>\n
Now, a few weeks later, she was in hospice. The cancer had spread. It moved into her lungs and she was having more and more difficulty breathing. My sister and I had been staying with her in hospice through the nights and knew her time was coming to an end. As my sister settled in for some sleep, I took my place next to Mom, holding her hand ready to be available if she needed something. I sat there thinking how it seemed so appropriate for me to be there at her end. My mom and I shared a history that no one else was a part of. My father left when I was very young so it was just the two of us for many years. I thought about those early years, the people we knew, the places we moved, the trips we took, the events that took place. I thought about my sister who died as an infant and how happy my mom would be seeing her again. So many memories that only she and I shared, some good and some sad, some to be bestow and some to just keep for myself; all of them now to be treasured.<\/p>\n
It came quickly, her last breath. Her nurse said she was probably waiting for my sister and I to get settled for the night. I don’t know if that’s true, but the thought touches my heart. And now that she’s gone, I’m deeply thankful for my memories. I also feel a sense of responsibility as their keeper; deciding which ones to pass on and which ones to hold close to my heart. My hope is that I choose wisely and share those that will be encouraging and bring joy to those who knew her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
As I sat there in the dimly lit room holding her hand, my thoughts brought me back to the beginning. Not her beginning, but mine. For today would be her last. I had flown in a few days before to say … Continue reading