I lost my dad on 6/8/11 and 3 days before his funeral my mum went for an outpatients appointment after something was found on an xray of her lungs. She was told she had a small cell lung cancer, Hearing the word small you assume its something tiny, easily curable and expected her to be around for years to come, she was only 62 afterall. Anyway, what we heard next shocked us all, its the most aggressive form of lung cancer and she wouldnt be around much longer, estimated time given to her was between 3 and 7 months. There was no treatment offered, no second opinions. We tried to tell mom to fight and she assured us she would. 42 days later 9/10/11 mom stopped breathing and at 5.01pm was her time of death.
We have reached the first year of her being gone and to say it is hard is an understatement. Moms death haunts me, the day she died I was there. I was with my mom trying to do CPR on her, the last meal my mom had was cherry tomatoes and cheese and trying to breath life into her and her vomiting cherry tomatoes back into my mouth will never leave me. Her eyes were open but she wasnt seeing... I saw mom shocked 7 times in the living room, the way its shown on tv is nothing like what happened to mom, she slid down the wooden floor and was dragged back up by her shoulders. I was in the front of the ambulance with mom, watching paramedics work on her, it looked barbaric but they were doing their best. When we arrived at the hospital it looked so painful what they were doing to her so I quietly told the doctor, she has lung cancer. I didnt want them hurting her any more.
I lost my best friend when my mom died and I will never stop missing a truly wonderful woman, she raised 5 children and saw them well into adulthood. All of us with families of our own. Mom had nothing to fear, she did a good job with all of us and can hold her head proudly. Im glad mom and dad are back together. Reunited.