I am trying to prepare for losing my mom and my best friend. I guess I already have lost her.
Diagnosed February 2019. Achieved remission with chemo+radiation and immunotherapy. Cancer returned in summer 2023. Back on immunotherapy until she has to be taken off of it due to recurring pneumonitis in March 2024. Went treatment free until nearly dying of a pleural effusion in July 2024. She was moved to a palliative bed and we were given weeks-2 months to go. My mom fought like hell and lived another year. She tried 3 different chemos this year including a targeted therapy but nothing worked.
She has been slowing down the last few months. More fatigue, more weakness, weight loss, hair loss, (which really bothered her), more nausea, needing oxygen more and more. The last two weeks she’s gotten sort of quiet and sleeping a lot. But still trying to run errands, still visiting with friends and family, still chatting. Still making coffee for visitors.
She did not want people to see her as sick and she put on a good front. She never complained about pain but now I am wondering how much she’s been suffering.
We’ve had a lot of talks this past year. She was pissed. She did not want to die, didn’t feel ready to die, refused to accept it. Kept fighting and pushing herself every single day. Kept holding out hope she’d get more time.
Yesterday morning she couldn’t wake up. When we woke her to get her meds in, she looked different. She kept saying “what do I do/what am I gonna do?” And “oh no/ oh fuck.” I think she realized yesterday morning that she was too weak to go on. That she couldn’t fight anymore. And seeing her realize that will haunt me forever.
Today she moved to hospice after a rough night at home. She hasn’t woken up much since yesterday at 12. She’s had 3 brief moments of alertness, and there is anxiety in those moments. The hospice is managing her pain and anxiety now, and over the last few hours she’s not responsive to waking her up/talking to her. The palliative doctor told us people like my mom, who fight and push so long, tend to have a crash and go fast.
I really believed she had one more rally in her until today.
I don’t know how I’m going to live without her. She’s my best friend. We talk every day, and I see her almost every day. We’ve been insanely close since I was born. Talking to her is as natural as thinking my own thoughts. I can’t believe I’ll never speak to my mom again. I’ll never hear her voice or feel her hugs ever again. I want to die a bit thinking about it but I have two children and have to go on for them. But I’m pissed too. She was the best grandmother. She was the best mom. She always showed up, always helped, she was funny, kind, nurturing. And my kids, 2 and 8 weeks old, won’t even remember her.
Cancer is such a cruel disease. I hate this. She deserved more time. She really did. She desperately wanted it.
Thank you.