i couldn't get over how weak my mom became after she had her hysterectomy. prior to this, my mom has had 2 other major surgeries in a span of 5 years, and she has always managed to bounce back in a matter of days. this time around, she looked exceptionally frail. it's as if taking out her uterus and ovaries also meant taking away her life spirit. the mom i would be seeing for the next few weeks would be a mere shadow of the compact and dynamic woman i've known since i was a kid.
it would take her weeks before she could speak without running out of breath, or go out of the house without feeling frail. until then, each day was daily frustration day for her. we could see her frustration in not being able to do the things which used to be so effortless for her. we tried boosting her spirits, but there was only so much we could do. my mom and i are alike in the sense that we can't keep still in one place, and we always need to have something to do, so being confined in one place with limited things to do would really drive her crazy.
Showing posts with label how to deal. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
how to deal (I)
*the first of many parts...because the entries are just waaaay too long*
september 16, 2011: this was the day we found out that my mom has stage 4 ovarian cancer. needless to say, it was more than a shock. mind-numbing, earth-shattering, devastating...these words didn't even measure up to how i was feeling that moment when i heard the news.
everything seemed so surreal. i felt like i was watching a movie or a series slowly unfold but the very weird part was that i was in it too. it didn't help that for the first time ever, i heard my dad tell me "i don't know what to do." i mean, this is MY dad we're talking about, the father who can be lovably comical yet be frustratingly inflexible with his beliefs. we're talking about a man who has an opinion on almost everything and troubleshoots almost anything, and suddenly, he's telling me that he's at his wit's end in this situation.
september 16, 2011: this was the day we found out that my mom has stage 4 ovarian cancer. needless to say, it was more than a shock. mind-numbing, earth-shattering, devastating...these words didn't even measure up to how i was feeling that moment when i heard the news.
everything seemed so surreal. i felt like i was watching a movie or a series slowly unfold but the very weird part was that i was in it too. it didn't help that for the first time ever, i heard my dad tell me "i don't know what to do." i mean, this is MY dad we're talking about, the father who can be lovably comical yet be frustratingly inflexible with his beliefs. we're talking about a man who has an opinion on almost everything and troubleshoots almost anything, and suddenly, he's telling me that he's at his wit's end in this situation.
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