So I’ve been waiting to tell all of you this, on account that it’s kind of been tough to even talk about it and I don’t want people fussing over me. But it’s done and past so I should bring it up now. In case other stuff happens and the likes.
So as of late January my mother was sick. There was something with her eye that caused it to swell up a bit and hurt, but for some time the doctors could not figure out if it was the nerves, the eye, the muscles, and the medication they kept giving her made her get sicker due to the side effects or conflicting other medicines. It wasn’t until around late February/Early March that they figured out what it was and it was what I kind of expected. She had a tumour pressing against her eye, but the tumour had not begun on her eye. Rather she had lung cancer that was now malignant and had spread to her eye.
She was put onto an oxygen machine to regulate her breathing and then began radiation. That went on for a few weeks before they stopped to see what affects would be had and where to go next. At this point my mother’s health continued to deteriorate until last week’s Friday, where it was decided she would be at the hospital. She was having a hard time eating and could no longer really walk without some extra help, and it came to a point where my dad and I could not help her. She was at the hospital for a few days where my dad often visited. At that time I had a presentation on Monday for class, and 2 tests the next day and both had agreed not to let her illness interfere.
So when I finished my two tests on Tuesday and was heading home, I called my dad who told me she took a turn for the worst. Her lungs had been filled with water and they used a tape to expel it to better her air flow, but it was a gambit because as a result of her lungs being freed up and expanding, the cancer expanded to and essentially blocked up her lungs. It was clear after a while that there was nothing else to do, as her breathing was not going to improve and so they turned off the machines and put her on sedatives. She stayed like that until early Thursday Morning where my dad came home and confirmed she had passed away.
I know I should have spoken up sooner, more so to my friends who I don’t want to worry. But I couldn’t really think of anything to say and honestly with what I knew and what the doctors knew, the cancer was just too severe now to be reversed or resolved. There isn’t going to be a funeral as my mother did not want one, and she had signed herself up to have her body donated to a university for research so we’re going with what she wanted.
Things will likely continue as normal, though as said because of the big changes (she was the one who worked and earned money in the house) there might be things I can/cannot do or may require time on. Again I apologize for this late notice, but I just didn’t want to worry anyone.
