Yesterday was a difficult day spent at the Mayo Clinic and St. Mary’s Hospital. My step-mother had to endure yet another surgery to try and remove aggressive cancerous tumors that had once again invaded her worn out body. The surgery was lengthy and the surgeons were disheartened to find several more tumors of the Liposarcoma. The surgery was a success in that they were able to remove the five tumors without damaging any vital organs but the fear factor increased in regards to cancerous tumors that may have been missed.
The options for treating this enemy had become quite limited and we were left with the harsh reality that at some point the cancer could win the battle that had been fought so hard for so many years. I was overcome with emotion and an endless flow of memories yesterday and as i looked at her laying in pain I could not help but remember thirty years ago when she was first diagnosed. I was sixteen and she was in her early thirties, full of life, beautiful and had two little girls of her own. The diagnosis of cancer was devastating and the prognosis at that time was not good. The doctor had told this young vibrant mother that she did not have long to live and that she should get her affairs in order.
My step-mother was heart broken and her natural reaction was one of fear and panic. She had two little girls and who was going to take care of them and raise them? As we sat in the hospital a few days later and I held her hand during her chemo treatments she asked me if I would consider custody of my two little sisters if and when something happened to her. There was no hesitation or question even at sixteen; I would take them in a heartbeat. This seemed to put her at peace and somehow the incredible strength that I have seen repeatedly in her appeared and she began the journey that would take her through the fight of her life.
The amazing thing about this story is that my step-mother beat the odds and she did win the battle numerous times and now, thirty years later, she has raised her two daughters and now has lived to welcome two grandchildren in to the world. I share this story because she is a walking testament to the power of spirit and the human’s will to survive and live even during the most difficult of times. I am inspired and amazed that this woman’s will to fight for so long and under so much physical pain and illness.
She has survived cancer for thirty years but it has been a hard fought battle every step of the way. The cancer (multiple types) has returned time and time again and my brave step-mother has had to endure so many surgeries to remove tumors that I have lost count. Scars are everywhere due to the multiple surgeries and the multiple locations that the tumors were found. Endless hours of radiation and chemo treatments were tolerated and the constant roller coaster of emotions ebbed and flowed daily.
As I sat with her last night I felt a sense of sadness knowing that even the strongest of people eventually become tired and that even the best medical treatments out there cannot work forever. I was faced with the daunting question of when is the fight over and how much more can my step-mother take? She looked so tired and weak laying in that bed and yet so beautiful at the same time. Even with the news of the aggressive nature of the cancer and the waning treatment options I saw that spirit in her eyes that I have seen so many times before. She looked at us with hope, grasped our hands in love and tried to have a sense of humor. Amazing!
Driving home I could not help but be so inspired by this woman and I am truly convinced that we all have a power that lies within our hearts and soul. There is a power and a spirit that when combined with a positive attitude and a will to fight we can come through so much of what life throws at us even in the toughest of times. Her illness and her fight also reminded me of how fragile life is and how fragile our health can be. We are given one life to live, one body to enjoy and one mind to nourish. Are we doing everything we can to protect and take care of ourselves, our bodies, our health and our minds?
Time waits for no one and we do not know what the future holds. Our health is a true gift and it is a gift that can be taken away when we least expect it. I know that I am committed to taking better care of myself and I challenge all of you to do the same. Embrace your life and your health! Love yourself enough to live the best life you can live every single day and be thankful for every moment given to you. Appreciate the gift of health and never take it for granted.
My step-mother lost the gift of health in the prime of her life and yet she never stopped fighting and she never gave up. I know that she is tired and at some point she needs to know that it is okay to be at peace and to let go of the fight. However, when that day comes she can close her eyes knowing that she is a true inspiration of hope and strength to so many people and that she represents the very best in life. I will love her always and for me, she is a true hero!
Be at peace and in good health!
Michele
Look not to your past for it is gone; a memory of life to learn from but not live in….