Last year my mum dropped the C word during a phone call. I was devastated, dropped to the floor and started crying. My mum had been having issues with her health for years, but never one to see a Dr, she thought she was going through lengthy menopause. She hadn’t had a Pap Smear test in 12 years (yep, 12).
Now she was on the phone in tears. She had just undergone a hysterectomy and the biopsy results had just come back. It was Stage 2 Uterine cancer. Early last year, I had no idea how many women were diagnosed with Uterine Cancer. I didn’t know what Stage 2 meant, what a Portacath was. I had no idea how draining, both mentally and physically, Chemo and Radiation are.
Mum was told she would begin Radiation 5 times a week and Chemo once a week for 3 months. Then there would internal Radiation treatment for 4 weeks and then another 4 lots of Chemo, each session to be spaced 3 weeks apart as it was so strong.
My darling mum really struggled. She had terrible nausea, hair loss, loss of appetite and thirst. She was unable to shower or dress herself for months. Unable to make herself a cup of tea or do grocery shopping. Mum reacted badly to all the treatments. She picked up two terrible infections which had her admitted to hospital both times. She was so scared she stopped leaving the house all together, not able to stand the thought of feeling worse than she already did.
It is heart breaking to watch the woman who raised me and my 3 sisters be so broken and sad. Unable to pick up her grand daughter, missing the birth of her second grandchild, unable to get out of bed on Christmas day.
Fast forward to today. Chemo and Radiation are done! I haven’t seen my mum look so bright and cheery in almost a year. She can now shower and dress herself. She can walk from the lounge to the bathroom withought losing her breath.
My mum fought Cancer and kicked it’s butt! I am so proud of my stong, corageous and beautiful mum. To all those who are fighting, I wish you all the best, from the bottom of my heart. I had no idea how hard it is to get through an hour, let alone a day. To survivors, I wish you nothing but many more years of good health and happy memories. To those who have lost someone to cancer, my heart goes out to you.
I am walking 60km in October for the Walk to End Women’s Cancers so that one day. a daughter won’t have to see her mum struggle against such a horrendous ordeal.
Posted by bridgette_hamilton, 11th February 2014