Quote of the day, "Cancer is a fucking bitch." After almost two years of fighting stage 4 cancer my step-mother died today. She held onto herself until the last month. She was at work most days, running the company she helped start until just before Thanksgiving. Before that she was doing everything she could to get the most out of what time she had left. And she did a good job of it. She went lots of places with my father, she got to see me married to the most perfect person I could hope for, she got to see her daughter off to college, she got to spend time with her family and the people she loved. Monday we were told that the complications that put her in the hospital were not going away and that she would only have a few more weeks to live. This morning we were told that her condition had gotten much worse over night and it may only be a few more days. This afternoon while I was picking out a small tree to bring to her hospital room and decorate so she could have one last christmas I got the call from my dad that she hadd left the hospital and this life. I left the store, got in my car and started screaming and crying at it all. After a few moments of that I headed home. I was still screaming and crying on and off the whole way home. I even scared some poor bastard in a minivan at a four way stop who refused to go and insisted that I go ahead. I can only imagine how I looked. I cried a bit with Jessica, and then I was for the most part finished. Now it's time to move on with everything that has to be done at this point. Life isn't fair sometimes, no matter how healty you are your body can kill you. A bus could run you down, a building could fall on you. It's an important lesson and one of the reasons I live my life the way I do. If there is one thing to get out of this post it is to go out and tell the people you love how much they mean to you and take every opportunity you can since it might be your last. ~JN Tags: funeral
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