My mom called last evening. The news wasn't good, the cancer she had in her breast has Metastatic and has spread to her lungs. I didn't cry at the news, I still haven't. Perhaps because in some odd way I knew it was coming, but what are you supposed to feel when your mother tells you her life is going to end within 3 years??
First, I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ and miracles and just because this doesn't look good, doesn't mean her life will end in 3 years. Doctors are healers, they are not and never will be God. Why do they feel they must put a time line on life? They told my mother with Chemo she has probably another 3 years left, but for her not to give up hope because new cures are popping up all the time!
It just takes me back many years ago to my own son, Jacob. He was transferred from one hospital to Valley Childrens Hospital in Fresno & the doctor that met me in the waiting room came to me and said, 'it looks pretty bad, he probably won't make it another week.' I think that is where I got my backbone, that day at that moment. I requested another doctor and told him to stay away from my child.
My son did die, but he remained on this earth for almost another 3 months. I am just numb right now and even blogging seems to be a heavy chore.