There sat my mom, on her hospital bed, digging through that overstuffed purse of hers. After two weeks of having a hard time breathing, she was admitted to the hospital. That morning, she had a bronchoscopy, which revealed a tumor in the airway leading to her left lung. I had just walked into the room to see her, and out it comes, very first thing. “It’s bad. It’s cancer.” Like she was saying something as simple as, “It’s Monday” or “It’s so nice out.” Matter of fact. No tears, no real discernable fear, just those three words. Even though I had been steeling myself for this all morning (and really, for the past few days), it made me dizzy. In typical Patti fashion, we were being no-frills about this. “I’m just going to fight this as hard as I can, and that’s it.” Back to digging through her bag. I looked at my dad, who was looking at me, presumably trying to gauge my reaction. Nodded my head. I went into the bathroom and cried, grateful for the loud fan that was muffling the noise. It struck me as almost laughable that after quitting smoking nearly five weeks ago, this is happening now. What horrible luck. Now can’t be the time to ruminate on such things, though. My parents need as much of their stress absorbed as possible, I have three younger sibling that, while adults, I feel the need to support and guide through all this, and everything is about to get busy. And difficult. Maybe it’s the nurse in me kicking in, to help me refocus my energy from fear, to action.
I went back out, and I asked my parents if I could tell Kate when I met her in the lobby, and they agreed, so I went down to wait for her. The anxiety that surrounds having to tell someone such a horrible thing is unbearable, but I was glad to shoulder that burden for my mom, maybe it would make it a bit easier for her. I can imagine that when you’re scared and still processing information yourself, sharing it with others is probably nearly impossible.
Katie came, and I asked her to sit down. I explained the events of the past few days, and told her that our mother had lung cancer. She stared for a minute, and then began to cry into her hands, her tears sneaking through her fingers and dripping onto her pant legs. In that moment, my heart hurt, because I saw her as she was at nine or ten, not as she is now. We went together back to my mother’s room, and I think being able to see her, and see what great spirits she was in made her feel better. The four of us had a good afternoon together. My dad stayed the night at my house, and all night I slept fitfully, constantly listening for his horrible snoring, to know that he was actually asleep, and not up worrying.
My mom is back home now, and despite the addition of oxygen, is getting back to her regular routine. She will find out next week where she’s at in terms of staging, and her treatment options. It’s difficult to wait, but there’s also an odd comfort in at least knowing why she hasn’t felt well. I’m not sure what the road ahead will look like, but I do know that this illness has one hell of a fight to come up against, in my mother and the medical team she has in her corner.
And if you could offer up a kind thought, good energy, a prayer, whatever it is in your heart, it would be greatly appreciated.
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My prayers are with you and your family…Hope is the last thing that you loose…she will win this war.
As I looked at my wall I realized I liked this post… but truthfully I kinda hate it! You have amazing writing skills Jen.. but this was a hard thing to read! Tears and all.. I have to say ur mom is strong and is an amazing person with the best family I know… with the help and prayers from us all she will be a surviver!!!! Just know not a minute will pass that im not thinking about you and your family!! You will all be in my prayers
Throwing everything I have up there to you!!! Thoughts, prayers, energy, strength – all of it. Please let me know if there is anything I can do! Seriously, whatever you can think of… My heart, home, and hope are open to you indefinitely. ❤
Oh, I am so sorry to hear this. It is so hard to watch as our parents, those who are the solid rocks in our lives, get older and experience illness. I lost my dad a month ago to Alzheimer’s and my world is not the same. Writing about it, helped me immensely I hope it helps you as well. Hugs to you and your family. I will keep you in my thoughts.
my prayers are with you and your family jenn