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While some people may pay attention to the doctor’s diagnosis that dictates just how much longer we haveon this earth, God has the last word and verdict. It’s a thin line between love
and hate; it’s an even more delicate line between life and death. Life can
change at the drop of a dime, and if we allow it, it can bring us falling to our
knees. When I think about the life and death of my mother-in-law, I’ve never
seen a woman fight so hard and long for survival. This experience has taught me
so much about our individual inner strength and how powerful the will to
The year 2011 started off
as many New Years preceding it. The usual New Year’s resolutions of weight
loss, kicking the nicotine habit, then the infamous promise of being fruitful
and prosperous. I’m sure at this point, you think you see where I’m going, not
by a long shot! Although our year
started off as many other people, that exhilaration didn’t last long at
all. I can’t remember the exact time of
year, but my mother-in-law suddenly began to get consistently sick.
we thought it was the usual stomach virus that she would fight over time. Many
visits to the doctor only returned misdiagnosis and an overwhelming amount of prescriptions,
one to stop one symptom and then another one to stop the symptoms the first
medication caused. Time went on and on without out any episodes of wellness or
explanations of why her health suddenly began to fail.
Her body started to weaken from all of the
vomiting and thrusting of her inner body. Before long her now-reduced frame
began to weaken and become frailer with each passing day. Her diminishing
physique also began to pale, and eventually she lost so much weight, that her
skin started to ripple. She was always a pretty healthy woman, but because of
the unhealthy weight loss, she lost any remaining muscle mass and was left was
nothing but lifeless skin.
although her body had weakened, her spirit remained unscathed. Through it all, she
still maintained that jovial spirit about herself. She would make you laugh as if nothing ever
changed concerning her health and well-being. I remembered she would jokingly
ask me if I was taking care of her son; I can hear her say “You’re still
taking care of my boy right?” I would always respond by saying, "Yes Ma'am.”
Each time her response would be, “Okay, don’t let me come down there and
bust your head on the stove until the white meat show.” We both would
burst out laughing so hard, my stomach would begin to hurt and cramp. She was
always upbeat and funny as a barrel of monkeys. My mother-in-law was small in
stature, had a big heart, and was the sweetest person you would ever meet. So
to hear about and witness her suffering was extremely heartbreaking.
constant vomiting and the many trips to the doctor, not only began to take its
toll on her body, but we as a family were very concerned as well. The constant
weight loss, gain and the frustration of not knowing what was wrong was also
troubling since we were all the way in Georgia and she was in Virginia. The
issue of what could be causing her illness suddenly felt as if an elephant was
in the room. At home, I could remember
my husband often say, “Tiff, I can’t lose my mother, I don’t know what I
would do without her!” The hope and faith that I was always raised to
cling onto would respond by saying,“ Your mother will be alright, she is a
tough lady and has many more years on this earth.” Unfortunately at that
time, in all honesty, my faith and hope began to waiver.
Finally more diagnostic test were performed; a
CT scan here, colonoscopy there and lastly some biopsies were taken. We held our breaths and tightly grasped onto
those uncertain strings of hope and faith, trusting and believing that all was
okay and that all of the tests would return clear and benign. After all,
nothing could happen to my mother-in- law. Not this sweet lady that had been
through so much in her short life, this humble woman that has overcome so many
trials and tribulations. A woman that just retired after committing over
thirty-five years of life working her feet and hands to the bone. No, this
can’t be, not for my husband’s sake, not to mention his two older brothers, she
has to be okay! This was her time to
relax, travel and finally enjoy life. As
far as we were concerned she had many more years ahead.
Unfortunately the news we received from the
doctors painted another picture. The doctor said that ugly word I’ve grown to
hate; CANCER. Not only that, it was so
bad she had maybe a little over a year to live.
Lord, that can’t be true, how it could be possible, whose report should
we believe, you’re the great sovereign healer, your word and only your word is
true. That doctor didn’t know what he was talking about. This horrible news was
devastating, and forever life changing. I can’t began to conceive how she felt
inside. It saddens me even further to think about it. I had never seen my husband cry, until then.
He was being faced with knowing that fragile line of life and death was being
crossed by his beloved mother sooner than we could ever anticipate. At this
point, I felt so helpless in knowing that there was nothing I could do to
console him or make things better.
minute you think life is going great, then life throws you this enormous curve
ball. The fragility of life was challenged, and the tables suddenly turned for
the worse. Needless to say, once faced with this news, my mother-in-law put on
her mental armor and prepared for battle because she was now facing the battle
of her life. At this point, we all could only depend on our Hope and Faith in
God. The fight of this unwavering, non-faltering warrior was something to
witness. At that time, I would ask myself, how does she do it? Watching her
spirit always lifted, her consistent humor, and her larger than life
personality was always present until the end.
Even at the end she kept going as if nothing
was wrong. When she was given ten days to live while spending his last moments
with his mom, my husband recalled a time when he fell asleep on the sofa.
Shortly after, he felt this weakened woman wrap a warm blanket around him. Even
with life vastly coming to an end, she never lost her loving and nurturing
spirit. That same unselfish spirit allowed her to get up in her weaken state,
walk down the hall, retrieve a blanket and cover her baby boy up for one last
a couple of days left on this earth, she began to have dreams of crossing over
and would descriptively tell us about it. She would describe herself walking by
a beautiful stream of water. By this water, children were laughing and playing.
She also spoke of a long walk ahead and a walk that she knew she had to take
alone. This beautiful warrior and woman
was so brave until the very end. Sadly tears are rolling down my face as I
compose these words.
conclusion, watching this true warrior battling cancer was a very humbling
experience. After witnessing her pass on, my life will never be the same. The
walk and finale of life is a powerful thing that we should never take for
granted. We should laugh, play, joke around more and live each day as if it
were our last.