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At my parents house now. This is the slow part where we are relieved that she is in a better place and we are taking care of final issues, but before the service and before any extended family comes over. I have some downtime right now, and feel like sharing.
She had been battling pancreatic cancer for 8 years, so it wasn't exactly unexpected. She was 68, and had only been retired for less than a year when she got the diagnosis...same thing happened with her father (maybe I should either retire waaay early or never...haven't decided which). She fought the good fight up to the end. 8 years is a really long time with this, she had the same type that took Steve Jobs. Her battle took her as far as 4 or 5 trips to Amsterdam for experimental treatments no yet approved by the FDA, as well as some other experimental stuff that she had to battle with the insurance companies over. Anyways, I'm proud of the fight she gave. Ultimately, I think what took her down was the stress on her body brought upon by all of the treatments. For the past year, she was in and out of the hospital with pneumonia because the chemo wrecked her immune system. She spent the past 3 months or so in hospice care at home, which has been wonderful. She was tired of hospitals, she knew the end was near, and just wanted to be home. She actually got quite a bit better when they took her off of the chemo, but it didn't last.
I flew down to Florida to see her yesterday. She passed on about 15 minutes after I got here. No way to tell if she was conscious when I was here, but I like to think she was and was waiting for me.
I'm thankful that she was able to spend some good time with my kids. They spent a week here with my parents without my wife or I this summer - I know they all really enjoyed that.
I'm quite a bit more shaken up by this than my dad or brother. They have been dealing with the approaching end-time for a few weeks, the last time I saw mom was the Superbowl ( I spent that weekend here visiting), she was bedridden and slept a lot, but could have a conversation... Not that bad.
She is in a better place. She was a woman of strong faith, and its comforting knowing she is up Above looking down on us.
Anyway, my dad and brother are taking their naps, I've got the house to myself, bored out of my gourd, trying to find ways to pass the time. Not much to do until we can schedule the service.
Thoughts and prayers are appreciated.
She had been battling pancreatic cancer for 8 years, so it wasn't exactly unexpected. She was 68, and had only been retired for less than a year when she got the diagnosis...same thing happened with her father (maybe I should either retire waaay early or never...haven't decided which). She fought the good fight up to the end. 8 years is a really long time with this, she had the same type that took Steve Jobs. Her battle took her as far as 4 or 5 trips to Amsterdam for experimental treatments no yet approved by the FDA, as well as some other experimental stuff that she had to battle with the insurance companies over. Anyways, I'm proud of the fight she gave. Ultimately, I think what took her down was the stress on her body brought upon by all of the treatments. For the past year, she was in and out of the hospital with pneumonia because the chemo wrecked her immune system. She spent the past 3 months or so in hospice care at home, which has been wonderful. She was tired of hospitals, she knew the end was near, and just wanted to be home. She actually got quite a bit better when they took her off of the chemo, but it didn't last.
I flew down to Florida to see her yesterday. She passed on about 15 minutes after I got here. No way to tell if she was conscious when I was here, but I like to think she was and was waiting for me.
I'm thankful that she was able to spend some good time with my kids. They spent a week here with my parents without my wife or I this summer - I know they all really enjoyed that.
I'm quite a bit more shaken up by this than my dad or brother. They have been dealing with the approaching end-time for a few weeks, the last time I saw mom was the Superbowl ( I spent that weekend here visiting), she was bedridden and slept a lot, but could have a conversation... Not that bad.
She is in a better place. She was a woman of strong faith, and its comforting knowing she is up Above looking down on us.
Anyway, my dad and brother are taking their naps, I've got the house to myself, bored out of my gourd, trying to find ways to pass the time. Not much to do until we can schedule the service.
Thoughts and prayers are appreciated.
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