So, a few posts ago I mentioned how my parents don’t look their age. . .
For my dad, his reasoning is simple. He can shave his beard and look like he’s in his twenties again.
For my mom, it’s much more complicated. . .
You might want to sit down for this post, because it’s going to be long. . .
So, to start from the beginning, last year after Alyssa and I were a month into our Senior year, my mom went to the hospital with acute pancreatitis for five days.
She was cleared and everything went back to normal. . .
But, after COVID came around in the US and all of us kids were at home doing online school, my mom had another attack.
She went to the hospital in Portland after our local hospital told her that she need higher professionals looking at her.
So, she goes to Portland, they run some tests and rule out Cancer, which was a relief to us since our family has had pancreatic issues and family members that died from Cancer.
The day before my birthday rolls around, and my mom is still in the hospital and I’m sick of looking at the updating texts my dad sends out.
(By the way, at this point, hospitals were allowing no visitors due to COVID, so my mom was going through all these tests alone.)
So, it’s the day before my birthday, and I see my dad walk into the house with swollen eyes. He never cries in front of us. NEVER.
So, I know something is up.
Then, he gathers us three girls, and lays out the bad news. . .
Mom has cancer.
And, not just any cancer, but Ampullary cancer, which is so rare that they use pancreatic treatment for it because there’s little research done on Ampullary cancer.
We were devastated.
My mom was and is my rock in rough times, so I was a wreck that day.
And, knowing that she wouldn’t be there on my birthday was just a speck in my eye compared to the log in hers.
But, she survived the surgery and completely changed her diet, and now she’s tired but happy. She refused chemo and has taken a more natural approach to treatment. . .
Here’s the link to her blog if you want to know all the details and check up on her as she battles her new life as a survivor.
I’m just thankful she is alive and well, living with us at home.
And, THAT is why she looks younger than she really is, because she has lost so much weight over the last five months. . .
I was debating on making this post because I always cry when I relive the memory of finding out that I could lose my mom.
Thank you, God, for saving her!
Stay tuned for my next post. . .
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