I recently had to take my geriatric dog to the vets for a simple check up. It has brought back caring for my mother in the years before her death. I just keep thinking of how hard it all was. Bringing her to the doctor and going away feeling even more scared. No answers. Only more pain, knowing how little they could do for her. And thinking that I could have been someone so much better. Beating myself up for some of the things I was thinking at that time. Beating myself up for being so edgy and tired and grumpy. Thinking what a wonderful person she was and how needy and scared she was. Wishing it could have been different. Wishing I had had more energy and knowledge and endless compassion. Wishing I could do it all over, so I could take back feeling frustrated.
And I miss her. I miss her so much. She was the glue that held our family together. She was strong. And kind and humble and unassuming. And fascinating. And smart.
My mother died a slow painful death from radiation necrosis. She survived the cancer, but the treatment eventually killed her. Her tissue died off, leaving holes in her intestines and her body that at first we tried to fix with surgery aand then the surgery wouldn't heal. And we tried everything. Hyperberic chambers, oxygen chambers, chinese medicine, painkillers, ..... And I would say that she had to stop taking the painkillers because she was going to burn down the house she was so out of it. She went to a nursing home, and she was so strong. So amazing. And she never came home.
I am sorry that I wrote this, and you had to read it. I have been so stoic since her death. Just thinking of going through another death and dying thing is too much.
Her name was Joyce.
And I miss her. I miss her so much. She was the glue that held our family together. She was strong. And kind and humble and unassuming. And fascinating. And smart.
My mother died a slow painful death from radiation necrosis. She survived the cancer, but the treatment eventually killed her. Her tissue died off, leaving holes in her intestines and her body that at first we tried to fix with surgery aand then the surgery wouldn't heal. And we tried everything. Hyperberic chambers, oxygen chambers, chinese medicine, painkillers, ..... And I would say that she had to stop taking the painkillers because she was going to burn down the house she was so out of it. She went to a nursing home, and she was so strong. So amazing. And she never came home.
I am sorry that I wrote this, and you had to read it. I have been so stoic since her death. Just thinking of going through another death and dying thing is too much.
Her name was Joyce.









: ) She was everything a grandmother should be and more!! She never interferred with my crazy parenting style (which is alot different than she was used to). Oh well, I am just sending you a hug and a huge amount of sympathy!!

to you all.

. Sadly, our grief can "wait" for us until we are able to start to process it. And anniversery dates, birthdays, certain foods or as you are describing of another loss, can trigger these feelings.