A Promise Kept- My Mother’s Story
“People also leave presence in a place even when they are no longer there.”
I usually don’t get deep into my personal life unless it’s with my closest family and friends. This story is one exception. It’s a story I feel needs to be shared with as many people as possible because of these facts, My Mom felt that this was her purpose and I made a silent promise to my Mom that I intended to keep. This is her story.
Today (January 16th) it has been 2 years since my Mom passed. It’s so hard for me to believe sometimes. There are days when I feel as though a part of me is still in denial.
My Mom bravely battled lung cancer for almost 2 years. Originally they wanted to operate on her and remove the tumor but, the surgery was unsuccessful. The next option was chemo. My Mom tried 3 different chemo-therapies in hopes of having the tumor shrink. The chemo wasn’t working so the next step was to try radiation. Constant trips to the hospital for chemo and later on radiation took a toll on her body. These trips often led to short hospital stays that lasted a few days to a few weeks. Soon it just seemed like a blur of doctors, tests, and hospital rooms. It was an agonizing wait for each test result to see if the tumor was shrinking or perhaps maybe the cancer would go in to remission. It seemed the answers only got worse, the tumor was growing and on top of that there was a good chance that the spots on her liver were malignant. The doctors were always blunt and straight forward from the beginning that the odds were against my Mom.
However, that didn’t stop my Mom from smiling, from laughing, from enjoying every moment of her life as much as she could. I remember having a conversation with her about her having cancer, she told me she believed that there was a greater purpose for her having to suffer and that it wasn’t meant to be in vain. Her eyes lit up when she was telling me maybe she was meant to be a public speaker to encourage people not to smoke or maybe with her story she could inspire others. It was then that I made that silent promise that no matter what happened her suffering would not be in vain.
Her ability to still find joy and laughter in the darkest of times remains one of my own biggest inspirations in my life. I strive to start everyday being grateful for what I have and remembering to smile. She always used to say to me that life is too short to be miserable. I still to this day hear her saying that.
With my Mom’s vision of inspiring others my sister and I have created a page to honor her and share her story as well as raise money for cancer research.
I want to thank all of you that read this and read her story on her page, it means more than words to my sister and I.
In honor of my Mom, my best friend and one of my guardian angels in Heaven. I love you.
September 3rd, 1954- January 16th 2011
A loving Mom, Grandma and friend.