It has been a long, tough time for my family, and just when things are taking a turn for the better...
My mother apparently has a tumor in her abdomen. The word "cancer" has been tossed around. I don't know anything more than that she was going in for more tests today, and that she had to drink large amounts of barium last night as we were leaving her house.
In recent years, many of my friends have lost parents, and hopefully, I've been able to help them through the grieving process; but then again, maybe not. I have seen what it does to people, and I don't want to go through it. Not now.
The look of terror in my mother's eyes yesterday as she finally told me nearly rent my heart in two. She had recently attended a funeral for a friend who'd succumbed to brain cancer, and the reason that the friend didn't have a church service is because she was angry.
Angry at god, for taking her away from her precious grandchildren. Angry with everyone.
While my mother and I don't always see eye to eye, (what children do?), we talk almost every day. The days we don't talk, I worry about her. I know she hasn't felt well for two years, and I worry. It's my job.
When I was a brand-new mom, with tiny little Brandon, Craig worked two jobs so that we could have extra money. He was also scared of being a dad, and working made him feel like he was doing something important for his growing family. My mom knew I didn't like being left alone, so she would come get Brandon and I, and sometimes our dog, and let us stay with she and my dad until Craig could come over after working. She and Brandon created a very special bond, then, as she rocked him to sleep while she watched Dr. Phil (and fell asleep herself). She and Brandon are so very, very close and I don't want anything to happen to her for his sake. Am I strong enough for myself and my family? I have my doubts.
Melena was a very fussy, difficult baby to deal with. While I was dealing with that, my mom was trying to come to terms with the fact that my dad may have been cheating on her. We're not sure if he ever physically did anything with anyone else, though we know he was getting photos emailed to him, and he was corresponding with many women through chat and email, and we know that he was professing his love. It was a very rough time for my mother, and she always blames herself when my dad was like this. Mind you, he has cheated on her before, at least once when I was Brandon's age. My father has broken my mother down so much that she thought she was at fault for his indiscretions. She thought she could change his ways by treating him like a king. She has commented on more than one occaision that she felt she lost out on so much with her new baby granddaughter. At the time, I was so angry with my father because I was essentially alone and helpless in a very difficult part of my life, but I made it through. I'm so sad for my mother because she did miss out on the first year of Melena's life, but Melena adores her nonetheless.
When Craig worked at Sprint, he would go to a week-long conference once a year; it just happened to be right after school started. My mom would let us come stay at her house for the week so that I wouldn't have to be alone that whole time (I get jumpy after dark - it was worse when the kids were so little). She liked knowing we were safe with her.
When my mom found out that Craig and I weren't going to be able to provide any gifts for anyone at all this Christmas, she made sure our kids had gifts to unwrap. She also made sure we had a few, ourselves. My mom isn't rich, doesn't have a well-paying job. She doesn't even have a high school diploma. But she made sure my kids didn't suffer because of our shitty financial problems.
We live in an awful school district, and are surrounded by even worse school districts. The kids go to a Catholic school, and are doing well. We can't afford it. My parents have paid for most of this year's tuition so that they don't have to go through the heartache of being pulled out since we can't pay for it. I've been through that, it happened to me at that same school when I was younger. It was heartbreaking.
I am angry at the doctors. My mother can only afford an HMO plan. Yes, she has health insurance. But the doctors so far don't often take her seriously. She's uneducated, ofen uneloquent, so why would they believe her? Who knows how long she has suffered from this - too long, though - when someone could have helped? Sooner? Maybe?
I am angry at the doctors. We are not data on charts, or forms, or hastily scribbled notes on a prescription pad. We breathe, we live, we hurt, we bleed, just the same as they do. Do they forget that? Do they forget about the Hippocratic Oath, "To keep the good of the patient as the highest priority"? When my mother has been passed from doctor to doctor, with pains and ailments gone mostly untreated, why? Yes, she should be her own best advocate, but when a physician doesn't want to listen, then what?
For several years, while Craig worked at H&R Block, he worked very closely with the founder of the Bloch Cancer Foundation and his assistant. She is still there, and will assist us, though I hope we have no reason to call her.
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