My mom was diagnosed with cholagiocarcinoma (bile duct cancer), around the end of October, beginning of November of 2009. I was 15 at the time. I was aware how aggressively fast this cancer spread but what I was not prepared for, was saying goodbye. I was in denial.
Months earlier, my mom and I were butting heads. We had a very close relationship, but I was a rebellious teenager and she was a determined mom trying to keep me out of trouble. I moved up to Jersey to live with family (as my parents and I resided in South Carolina.) Once she was diagnosed, I moved back down to SC and the first time I saw her, I immediately saw a difference. She was so skinny, she was constantly taking naps, and she just looked very, very sick. Nothing like the young, beautiful fiery red headed mother I remembered. I didn't want to upset her so I held in my tears as I hugged her and smiled and moved my clothes back into my new room that she had made up for me.
As the months went on, she got worse. Her stomach was so full of fluid, she eventually had to undergo surgery to get a permanent tube inserted in her stomach to drain the fluid. she went from being a very active, always on the go whether it be cleaning, cooking for us, or enjoying nature . She loved to please others and to care for others but now she was the one being cared for. She was barely able to talk. She was on so many medication, I didn't even recognize her. I would give her a kiss on the forehead every morning before I went to school and everyday I came home. Christmas came and we spent it in the hospital because she started getting even worse. Her swollen stomach had honeycombed itself so it was difficult to drain it. She was unable to eat and drink and she would throw up this green bile all the time.
I would sleep on the couch in my parents room everynight so I could help my dad get her to the bathroom during the night because she couldn't walk and had an IV in.
She kept going downhill and fast. Chemo hadn't worked and we were out of options. She was too weak for surgery. She fought until the very end. On February 5, 2010, my mom passed away peacefully in her sleep with me and my dad by her side. She was 31 years old. Our house was full of people that loved her. My grandpa, grandma and uncles.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of her, she was my best friend.