Hospice counseling….


We met with Alan, the Hospice counselor, today.

On our way to Hospice Jon-Daniel sat with his arms crossed muttering “I don’t need to see anyone” under his breath.  “I am like you Oumie.  We don’t talk…”

Yeah”  I said.  “But I really think the time has come for us to talk to someone.  Besides it is part of the Hospice thing.  We have to do it!”

The whole day I was thinking of shrink jokes” Jared said.  “Do you think I can ask him ‘how does this make you feel?‘”

We all laughed.

Guys if we don’t talk to the counselor we may have to come back…. Let’s answer all the questions and get it over and done with….” I cautioned

Alan is a short young man.  I think he is in his early thirty’s.  We shook hands and he asked us how we wanted to “do it?”

The boys went in on their own.  I sat in the waiting room saying a little prayer that they would open up to this professional stranger who is an expert in dealing with death.  Thirty minutes later I was invited in.

The boys tell me they are coping well.  They don’t see the reason for seeing me…..What do you think?  Are you guys coping?”

I was truly taken aback.  “Yes, I think we are coping.

So Tersia, why do you think the boys need to see me?”

I did not speak for a couple of minutes.  I was grappling with my brain as to how much I should tell this stranger.

I think the emotional roller coaster is getting to us.  We have said our goodbyes so many times and Vic always bounces back!” I eventually said.

“Yes, Jon-Daniel said so” Alan replied.

“I worry that the boys live in a home where death lingers.  There is not enough laughter in our home.  It saddens me when they stand next to their Mom’s bed and I see the helplessness in their eyes!” I mused

“I get impatient with Vic.  When she has half a breath she will organize a party.  When the pain medication works she will not pace herself.  She will hurt herself and  then I have to pick up the pieces.  Sometimes I am scared that her suffering will not end. ” I continued.

What type of party will she organize?” Alan asked.

The boys and I laughed!

“It is only a figure of speech….” we explained.  “She will try and do things with the boys and hurt herself.”

What type of things?” Alan asked

Drive and take us for a milkshake” Jared replied.

“Mom forgets things and she thinks we are all against her…  Yesterday she said to me that I must not feel guilty if she dies and I am cross with her…Mom always thinks we are fighting with her….” Jon-Daniel said.

It is not about the final moments.  It is not the final words or even the final disagreement.  It is about the life and all the years of loving before death and dying…. You must not ever blame yourself for anything.  Life is hard for all of you right now.  It is okay to be scared and to get irritated.  You must tell your Mom how you feel.  I am not saying you must back-chat.  What I am saying is that you must tell your Mom how her actions and illness makes you feel.  The household consists of more than one person…. You all have the right to living…”

The boys asked to see Alan for another session….  Thank you God for another angel!

 

September and awareness of pain


 

The month of September is dedicated to help bring awareness to a very much misunderstood disease, Chronic Pain (C/P). In the USA, Chronic Pain has finally been inducted by the American Medical Association as a disease, with its own diagnostic code even though it encompasses multiple over-lapping conditions and diseases.

As a mother of a terminally ill child, who suffers debilitating chronic pain, I have researched pain extensively.  I have argue
d with physicians and meet with pain specialists at the pain clinic every month.  I have bullied hospital nursing staff.  I have witnessed and lived my child screaming like a wounded animal from pain….. Doctors telling her that she is a morphine addict and pharmacists double-checking and verifying Vic’s scripts…

Yet the levels of Vic’s pain force us to eat humble pie.  We have to go back time after time asking and even begging for pain medication.

Tracy at http://ohwhatapain.wordpress.com/ is a passionate advocate bringing awareness about this chronic illness, and this month she has a special project. Please visit Tracy’s blog. Even if you are not directly involved chances are there is someone in your life that is.  I have a headache (maybe) once a year.  I never have a tummy ache, earache, toe-ache or any ache as a matter of fact.  Yet I am a specialist on the subject of pain…  I will therefore participate as a caregiver of someone who suffers debilitating chronic pain…..

So from Tracy’s Blog this month and all month-long;

 Please answer the following questions:

  1. What condition(s) do you have that have led you to living with chronic pain?

Vic has a frozen abdomen, Osteogenesis Imperfecta, Addisons Disease and severe Endometriosis.

  • Frozen abdomen,” is a condition  in which repeat surgeries to remove the fibrous bands create so much internal scar tissue that further surgical intervention becomes dangerous. Inflammatory conditions like appendicitis, internal infections and abdominal surgeries can cause the abdominal tissues to bind together, forming scars.  Adhesion formation in the abdominal or pelvic cavity can cause debilitating pain, nausea, vomiting, cramping. Patients with intestinal obstruction may experience constipation, diarrhea or a combination of both. In severe cases, adhesions can cause intestinal obstruction, bowel strangulation, complications with childbirth and infertility.
  • Osteogenesis Imperfecta (OI) is a genetic bone disorder characterized by fragile bones that break easily. It is also known as “brittle bone disease.” The term literally means “bone that is imperfectly made from the beginning of life.” A person is born with this disorder and is affected throughout his or her lifetime. http://www.oif.org

The condition arises from problems with the adrenal gland itself, a state referred to as “primary adrenal insufficiency”, and can be caused by damage by the body’s own immune system, certain infections or various rarer causes. Addison’s disease is also known as chronic primary adrenocortical insufficiency, to distinguish it from acute primary adrenocortical insufficiency, most often caused by Waterhouse-Friderichsen syndrome. Addison’s disease should also be distinguished from secondary and tertiary adrenal insufficiency, which are caused by deficiency of ACTH (produced by the pituitary gland) and CRH (produced by the hypothalamus), respectively. Despite this distinction, Addisonian crises can happen in all forms of adrenal insufficiency.

  • Endometriosis A major symptom of endometriosis is recurring pelvic pain. The pain can be mild           to severe cramping that occurs on both sides of the pelvis, in the lower back and rectal area, and   even down the legs. The amount of pain a woman feels correlates poorly with the extent or stage      (1 through 4) of endometriosis, with some women having little or no pain despite having extensive            endometriosis or endometriosis with scarring, while other women may have severe pain even           though they have only a few small areas of endometriosis. Throbbing, gnawing, and dragging pain             to the legs are reported more commonly by women with endometriosis.[4] Compared with women with superficial endometriosis, those with deep disease appear to be more likely to report shooting        rectal pain and a sense of their insides being pulled down.[citation needed] Individual pain areas and     pain intensity appears to be unrelated to the surgical diagnosis, and the area of pain unrelated to area of endometriosis.[citation needed]

Endometriosis lesions react to hormonal stimulation and may “bleed” at the time of menstruation. The blood accumulates locally, causes swelling, and triggers inflammatory responses with the activation of cytokines. This process may cause pain. Pain can also occur from adhesions (internal scar tissue) binding internal organs to each other, causing organ dislocation. Fallopian tubes, ovaries, the uterus, the bowels, and the bladder can be bound together in ways that are painful on a daily basis, not just during menstrual periods.[citation needed]

Also, endometriotic lesions can develop their own nerve supply, thereby creating a direct and two-way interaction between lesions and the central nervous system, potentially producing a variety of individual differences in pain that can, in some women, become independent of the disease itself.[2] http:

 2. What do you want others to know about what it’s like to live with chronic pain? (i.e.- what is it no one is saying about life with chronic pain? )

Vic has lost her spontaneity.  She has to plan every single outing well in advance whether it is a trip to the hairdresser or the doctor, watching Jon-Daniel play cricket or having a cup of coffee with a friend.  Vic has lost her ability to live.  She merely breathes.

3. Which philosophy do you ascribe to:  Keep hoping that the pain will get better or learn to adapt to life with chronic pain?

Both.

4. What do you miss the most that you feel you gave up because of chronic pain?  What do you do now to fill that void?

Playing with her boys…. Vic was never able to play ball or “touches” with the boys.  Vic spent a lot of time reading to the boys when they were younger.  Now her health and pain is at levels that prohibits any compensatory actions.

 5. What have you heard from others that made you feel better? 

“It is okay to give up….”

 6. Do you feel that people view/treat you differently? How?

People get tired of hanging around people who are always ill and in pain.  They avoid Vic.  The average person does not know how to handle her raw pain and they are scared that pain or “bad luck” is contagious.  Vicky is viewed as someone who is past her “sell by” date.

 7. What coping mechanisms have you tried that worked for you?  Which ones did not work for you? (Traditional and Non-traditional)

Vic used breathing techniques earlier in the diseases timeline.  Now it is too painful.  When Vic has a good day she will do something extravagant like pick the boys up from school and take them for a milkshake.  It allows her for a brief moment to believe that her life is normal.  It is a form of a coping mechanism.  Living the moment and pretending that her life is “normal”

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Jared and Jon-Daniel taking Vic for a walk during one of her hospital visits 28.8.2011

 

Extra tablets for your birthday….


Tomorrow, on the 31st of August, we will once again celebrate Vic’s life!  Every year, for the past 10 years, we expected it to be Vic’s last birthday.  Today I know that Vic will live forever.  She will continue to fight for another day, week, month, year…. Tomorrow we celebrate life!!

Tonight I sat doing Vic’s medication for the next 24 hours and I popped an extra Jurnista into tomorrow morning’s tablets.    Janis Ian sings “and in the winter extra blankets for the cold…” and I sing ” and on your birthday extra tablets for the pain…..  My gift to Vic an extra tablet so she can a better day.

So, on the eve of my child’s birthday I am sitting thinking of what my prayer for Vic would be if I still knew how to pray.

I would pray for adequate pain relief.  I would pray for some quality of life time for Vic with her boys.  I would pray for Vic to have financial independence.   I would pray for Vic to have peace of mind.  I would pray that Vic would have enough faith in her dad and I to know it is okay to let go…the boys will be safe with us.

I do thank God that Vic is still alive.  I thank God for Dr Jabber Hussain and Jurnista.  I thank God for Vic’s incredible boys.  I thank God for the brave decision that Vic made not to have further surgery.  Above all, I thank God that Vic is home.

Tomorrow Vic will have a busy day.  She has a 08:00 breakfast appointment with Lee, a 10:00 manicure booked by Esther, afternoon tea (at home) with Robbie Cramp and then dinner at a restaurant of her choice with the boys and us.   I know it will take a superhuman effort but I have “rests” scheduled for the birthday girl in between events.

What is a relatively quiet day for us is a marathon for anyone as ill as Vic.  I know that she will try so hard to survive the  birthday and the party day.  Somehow I don’t think she will manage it all.  I just hope that she has a good day so she can spend some constructive time with her boys.  They will need to remember this as a good birthday in years to come…..

On Saturday we will celebrate all the August/September birthdays.  Vic on the 31st of August, Henk on the 2nd of September and Tom on the 4th of September….  I hope Vic will be able to handle two busy days in a row.  Maybe the birthday high will carry her through it!

We have a family tradition of doing “birthday eulogies”.  Everyone present gets to say something nice about the birthday person.  Over the years I have told Vic how brave she is, what a fighter she is, how beautiful she is.  This year I will I will merely thank her for being here!

Everything else has been said.

Happy birthday baby!

Never Alone


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Yesterday I was really angry with Vic and the unfairness of life!!  I know it was because Jared was hurting and I was scared.  I watched nurses put needles and IV’s into my beautiful grandson.  I saw him being wheeled into theater for the second time this year.  I remembered how ill he was as a baby and a toddler.  I felt the same fear strike at my heart as 13 years ago…

I wish I could protect my child and her sons from the pain, fear and uncertainty that they live with every day of their lives.  I wish I could hold them close and ward off all hardship, pain and fear.  I cannot.  I can only promise that I will never desert them.  I will continue looking for brave doctors and cures….

So tonight I dedicate this song sung by Lady Antebellum to Vic, Jared and Jon-Daniel http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnNK4Alwbsw

I love you my beautiful Vic.  Your boys are my life.

Sunshine award!


Whoopee!!!!  I have been nominated for a Sunshine Award by brave Katie Mitchell whose blog I follow slavishly!  Katie suffers from a Connective Tissue Disorder, Marfan’s Disease.  I have learned so much of this talented young person’s journey with pain and how it has affected her life.  Katie’s mother also suffers from chronic pain so she knows both sides of the pain story…  Thank you Katie for the nomination and for sharing your journey with us!

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When I started my blog is was because I needed an outlet for all my pent-up emotions.  It is difficult for me to articulate my emotions because I am scared that if I started crying I would not stop.  It also bears my soul to the world so it was difficult at first.  Every time, before I  linked my post to FB, I would sit for a long time and wonder if I should allow family, friends and acquaintances to see my soul or whether I should remain anonymous in WordPress….  I am now comfortable with my FB link as it that I have received the most amazing support from old school friends, family and strangers.  I have a new network of people, that care, that surrounds me.

I no longer feel embarrassed about posting – people have the choice to read my blog or ignore it.  Thank you for your caring and support!  This blog has become a dear friend and confidant!

But allow me to be brutally honest – I am thrilled about this nomination.  I don’t know how it works but I mailed Katie and she gave me instructions…Thank you again brave Katie!

So according to Katie – here are the rules:

If you are nominated you must include the link in a blog, linking to the person/blog that nominated you.
You must answer some questions and nominate 10 fellow bloggers and link their blogs in your post.
Let the people you have nominated know that you have nominated them!

Here are the questions:

1. Who is your favorite philosopher?

Confucius without a shadow of a doubt!

2. What is your favorite number?

9 – I believe in the science of numerology the qualities of the number 9 are those of leadership, the ability to see clearly, integration, personal integrity, unity, truth, perfection and concord.

9 represents wisdom and responsibility, and the ultimate goal of the number 9 is to serve humanity.

9 represents human’s ‘earthly lesson’, which is ‘forgiveness’.  Number 9 learns selflessness and compassion.  People with the 9 energy work without motive.  Their purpose is for the greatest good of all.  They have a protective energy and they have great power and love in their soul.  They will grow and learn throughout their lifetime tolerance, compassion, selflessness and generosity.  There is a great strength of character within the 9 person, as well as wisdom, intuition and high idealism.  There is also a great deal of warmth of feeling and love of home, family and friends.

3. What is your favorite animal?

Eagles!

Did you know that an eagle knows when a storm is approaching long before it breaks?

The eagle will fly to some high spot and wait for the winds to come. When the storm hits, the eagle sets its wings so that the wind will pick it up and lift it above the storm. While the storm rages below, the eagle is soaring above it.

The eagle does not escape the storm. It simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It rises on the winds that bring the storm.

We are all faced with the winds of the storm that bring sickness, tragedy, failure, and disappointment in our lives. It is not the burdens of life that weigh us down, it is how we handle them.

The Bible says:  “Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles.” Isaiah 40;31.

4. What are your facebook and twitter ?
https://www.facebook.com/tersia.m.burger

Twitter @Tersia912

5. What is your favorite time of day?

I am a night owl.  I am not a morning person!

6. What was your favorite vacation (or ‘holiday’ as we say where I’m from)?

My honeymoon in Switserland and Germany in 1990.  Everything was so magical.

7. What is your favorite physical activity?

Walking barefoot on the beach.

8. What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink?

Tea!  I must have 15 cups of tea a day!

9. What is your favorite flower?                                                                                                             For the life of me I cannot remember the name of my favorite flowers.  

10. What is your passion?

My family,  my work and the downtrodden.

My Ten Nominees:

I actually don’t know if I can only nominate 10 bloggers.  All these bloggers have meant a lot to me.  I have learnt from them.  Some of them have given me great insight into Vic’s journey and http://ourlonggoodbye.wordpress.com transports me into an Assisted Living Facility and brings back memories of my Dad’s Alzheimers journey….  Trazy of ohwhatpain has given me great insight in pain.  Here goes!

  1. http://connectivetissuedisorders.wordpress.com
  2. http://ohwhatapain.wordpress.com
  3. http://thedrsays.org
  4. http://ourlonggoodbye.wordpress.com
  5. http://ramblinsofagrievingmom.wordpress.com/
  6. http://made4victory.wordpress.com/
  7. http://smilescavenger.wordpress.com
  8. http://onewomansperspective02.wordpress.com/
  9. http://allthatmakesyou.wordpress.com/
  10. http://walkingthroughpain.wordpress.com

If you click on any of the links above, you will enter a different world that will enrich your life.  Thank you to everyone who reads my blogs and puts up with my rambling, self centred emosions.

God’s Megaphone…….


C.S. Lewis says “Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”

For 37 years I have bargained with God.  He alone knows of all my anguish, tears, pleading, my fears and pain.  I am strong.  I don’t cry easily or often.   I have cried before God.  Pleaded with Him for mercy.

He chose to ignore my pleas for mercy.

I have not been to Church in more than two years.  I attended Marlene and then my Dad’s funeral.  I went to one service at Reuben church.  I have been angry with God….. Disappointed that the God of Mercy I learnt about from my parents’ knees does not exist.  I have only experienced a God who has sentenced my child, and now my grandson, to a life of pain and suffering.

Today I attended the annual church fete.  The arms that I have missed for more than 2 years enveloped me.  Kisses rained on my cheeks.  “I have missed you”, “We still pray for you and Vicky everyday of our lives”….. “It is so good to see you!”

The minister, Martin, hugged me and said “I think of you every day.  We are always here for you….

I cried.  I miss my church friends but I cannot go back for the wrong reasons.

I wondered tonight why the friendships did not last outside the confines of the church?  I realized that our pain is too much for people to cope with.  They hurt for me…..

But in the  silence in our everyday lives is deafening…God’s megaphone has obviously not roused the deaf in our world…….

I wish I could tell you….


I wish I could tell you…..

Rest-in-Peace, Tony Nicklinson – Brave Warrior!


Rest-in-Peace, Tony Nicklinson – Brave Warrior!.

Today was a bad day


Vic and her boys Christmas 2011
Christmas 2011

When you have a frozen abdomen from having 80+ abdominal surgeries, have a septic abdomen and septic prosthesis in your spine, suffer from Addison’s Disease and spend 24/7 in pain your world becomes very small. You also become well travelled as you have been to hell and back! Life gravitates around pain medication, more pain medication and hopefully some blissful sleep. Friends come and go. Spouses come and go. In an uncertain life it is a certainty that everybody eventually leaves.

So for the few of us that choose to stay around it is important to be sensitive to the emotions of the terminally ill person. Allow me to personalize this… It is important for us as a family to be sensitive to Vic’s feelings of abandonment.

Countless times a day Vic will say “Thank you Mommy for…….” “Thank you for looking after me”; “thank you for not leaving me”; “thank you for loving me” …… A child should never ever have to say that!

An adult child should rebel against the constraints of her parents rules and discipline and leave home. She leaves the safety of the home and comes back for Sunday lunches, to drop off laundry and bring a new love around to meet The Parents… Eventually the child will venture down the aisle, fall pregnant, christen her children, start running a car pool…. the list carries on and on. Eventually in large parts of the world the aged parents may move in with the now mature children and eventually die. I got married, left home, had Vic, got divorced, bought a new house, started my own business, remarried and eventually my Dad came to live with us for 18 months until he forgot how to breathe. Not once in my adult life did I ever consider moving back home to my parents. As an adult, wife and mother I often longed for the safety of my childhood home. I long for just ONE day in my life without responsibilities. I long to be a child again – carefree and cherished…. I miss my mom and wish I had her support and advice to get us through this difficult journey.

My sister and I discussed the way our lives had turned out. She has had an extremely challenging life and I seem to go from one crisis to another. We decided that we used up all our good luck and happiness as children…. I want to be a child again!

As usual I digress.

Vic is emotionally fragile. She fears that the remaining few people will also get tired of her ill health and pained life and abandon her.  She fears that the boys will abandon her and look to us, the grandparents, for parenting.  She fears losing the only “position” in life that she has left – the position  of “Mother”.  It has been very difficult to sacrifice her independence and move home. She has gone from being a wife to being a child. She has gone from being the mother to being mothered. I am a typical parent. I want to protect my little baby…. I want to do everything for her. I want to wrap her up in cotton wool and keep her resting in her bed. Maybe if she takes things easy it will buy us some extra time… If she is in bed her chances of injury is less.

Every day of her life countless indignities are heaped upon her. She is dependant for everything from medication, care, food and money. Poor poppet! Death is always in the foreground of her mind. Either fear of dying and at times fear of not dying.

I don’t really know what I set out to articulate in this blog but writing has once again reminded me what a pitiful life Vic has. My poor, poor little baby! No-one in the world deserves her life! But we will never abandon her – ever!

Today was a bad day – again.

Mommy I broke my Back!!


Vic as a Young Mommy

Mommy I broke my Back!!.

Mommy I broke my Back!!


Vic as a young Mommy!

Vic has had an absolutely amazing week.  Her pain has been beautifully controlled.  We have had severe bouts of vomiting and cramping but compared to a month ago – it was a walk in the park!

The Jurnista is definitely working!  I have an appointment with Prof Froehlich on Tuesday, the 14th of August, and she will then give me feedback on Hospice.  I was completely prepared to tell her I don’t need Hospice on any level anymore.  Vic’s pain is so well under control that I can handle her care with no assistance or problems at all.

My baby sister (she is only 55 years old) Lorraine, spent some time with us over the long weekend in-between umpiring at the South African National Netball Tournament.  She was amazed at how well Vic looked.  (Remember she last saw Vic when she fell at the end of June).  Vic has been amazing.  This week she has been far more mobile.  She started thinking (arguing) about driving again…..  The first time in months!

This morning Vic went to breakfast with her friend Angela.  She was so excited.

Two hours later Vic literally shuffled into the house.  “Mommy I broke my back!”

My heart stopped.

On a certain level I am angry.  I am angry that Vic wasn’t more careful.  I am angry that I slipped into a false sense of security!  I am angry that the Jurnista is masking the pain so well that Vic is pushing her body’s boundaries.

Conclusion:  Vic is still a very sick little girl.  The fact that her pain is better controlled does not mean that she is well.  If any of us had spent the amount of time vomiting and cramping that she has this week we would be in bed hooked up to an IV and praying for death.  This week Vic’s amazing resilience again amazed me.  She is strong beyond comprehension!

My heart bleeds for her that her fragile body has once again failed her incredible will to live.  It is clear that she is merely holding onto life, as she knows it, with her fingertips……

I will go to the meeting with Prof Froehlich and continue my fight for Hospice to become involved.  Vic will never function on any level again.  She is confined to bed relying on medication to keep her sane.  Maybe she will have a good couple of days here or there but her sentence has not been commuted.

Pain medication – Dependence or Addiction?


Pain medication – Dependence or Addiction?.. 

 

Happy birthday Mommy! 3.8.2012


Until death do us part….

My tiny, petite little mom was born on the 3rd of August. She died on the 3rd of June 1997 from septic shock. My earliest memories of my mother are that she was a career girl. My Mom worked before it was fashionable for women to work. She loved having a career. I remember how proud of her I was as a little girl. My Mom was the “Bookkeeper” at a large German company. I used to love walking to her office after school.

My Mom had the tiniest little feet. She wore a size 3 shoe. But boy, could she put that tiny little foot down!

My Dad was fiercely protective of his wife. They were absolutely united against us kids. When Jared was a couple of weeks old we went to Bloemfontein to show him to my folks. My Mom played in a Bowls competition that Saturday afternoon. When Mom got home she was on such a high. Her team had won and she had a brilliant game. Mom sat on Dad’s lap; their faces were close together when she told him about the game. At one stage she threw her head back and they laughed….. Deeply in love, committed to one another, united in their love.

Mom died 3 months later….. Dad was absolutely devastated!

Today it is my Mom’s birthday. I wish that I could sit and have a cup of tea with her and just chat. I wish I could apologize for thinking it was absolute rubbish that she could not pluck her own eyebrows because she could not see that close….. That she had started losing her hearing in her late 50’s…

Muslims have a saying “Paradise lies at your mother’s feet”. At the feet of my mother I learnt all the values that I hold dear in my life. I wish I could thank her for the example that she set for us children. I wish I could thank her for teaching us the value of family, loyalty and unconditional love. I wish I could thank her for being this absolutely amazing grandmother to Vic. I wish I could thank her for supporting me through all my mistakes, troubled times, heartaches and joys.

I know that Mom held onto life until we as a family, one last time, confirmed her love of us to her….. We were standing around her deathbed and her time was so close! Yet she would not let go. Johan, my baby brother, said to her”Mamma, it is okay to go. You know we all love you. We know you love Daddy, Tes, Lollo and me….” Within seconds her battle against septicemia ended….

My Mom was such a brave warrior. She suffered ill health the last 20 years of her life. Mom had this amazing ability to bounce back after surgery. She too suffered chronic back pain. She adored Vic. Vic spent so much time with my parents. She was the beginning and the end of my mom’s life. I truly believe that Vic got her fighting spirit from my Mom. I often look at Vic and see my Mom. Some many of the little things that my Mom did Vic does….. Where blood does not run it gushes!

My Mom was very close to her Mother. We were very close to my gran. Mom was absolutely heartbroken when my Gran died. I think she never truly came to terms with her mother’s death. It took me 5 years before I could speak of my mom without crying. We have a family legacy of close mother and daughter relationships…

A Mother’s Love – Author unknown

A Mother’s love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . . 
A many splendored miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.

. Happy birthday my dearest Mommy. I love and miss you! I know when Vic’s time comes; you will be one of her angels guiding her Home!

5 Stages of Dying 2.8.2012


5 Stages of Dying.