#1361 ·
I’m absolutely terrified
My mom starts her chemotherapy this Monday... I mean, okay, I know we're heading into a complete mess, but I suppose... I guess if we just brace ourselves, we can handle it? Or so I tell myself while I sit here trying to stay composed.
I was watching this documentary on TV yesterday, and there was this woman who had cervical cancer... she’d gone through surgery, and eventually, they sent her for radiation therapy...
And she kept saying how much of a massive mistake it was to agree to the radiation in the first place😢 because the radiation completely destroyed her intestines...
So now I’m spiraling into this total panic because I honestly don't know what the smartest move is. Mom has finally started recovering, she’s getting her strength back, and now all that grueling effort and slow, snail-like progress might just be wiped out by these treatments. I just don't know...
Yesterday, I grabbed lunch with a friend I hadn't really seen or spoken to in ages. His dad passed away this past Christmas Eve; he had cancer at the junction of his esophagus and stomach. My friend was telling me how his father suffered for months and ended up dying in such terrible agony🙂 which, frankly, was the last thing I needed to hear right now.😢
If it were me—God forbid—facing an illness, I think I know exactly what I’d do: I wouldn't go through with the therapies. But taking responsibility for someone else's life? I just don't think I can do that.
My mom starts her chemotherapy this Monday... I mean, okay, I know we're heading into a complete mess, but I suppose... I guess if we just brace ourselves, we can handle it? Or so I tell myself while I sit here trying to stay composed.
I was watching this documentary on TV yesterday, and there was this woman who had cervical cancer... she’d gone through surgery, and eventually, they sent her for radiation therapy...
And she kept saying how much of a massive mistake it was to agree to the radiation in the first place😢 because the radiation completely destroyed her intestines...
So now I’m spiraling into this total panic because I honestly don't know what the smartest move is. Mom has finally started recovering, she’s getting her strength back, and now all that grueling effort and slow, snail-like progress might just be wiped out by these treatments. I just don't know...
Yesterday, I grabbed lunch with a friend I hadn't really seen or spoken to in ages. His dad passed away this past Christmas Eve; he had cancer at the junction of his esophagus and stomach. My friend was telling me how his father suffered for months and ended up dying in such terrible agony🙂 which, frankly, was the last thing I needed to hear right now.😢
If it were me—God forbid—facing an illness, I think I know exactly what I’d do: I wouldn't go through with the therapies. But taking responsibility for someone else's life? I just don't think I can do that.