First of all, I wanted to procrastinate on this.
Why? Because I know what this means. This means opening up. Sure, share the crazy and the funny but also the real painful stuff like I don’t like to think about much less tell someone else.
Recently, I was working on a project for a client’s presentation. Part of that was finding the right image to go with the message I was preparing. Back story: I am a huge, gotta be great, like really great, kind of person. So, when I am surfing through images in the sea of millions and millions, Friends, let me tell, I am surfing for real!
As I began searching, I found an image that related to healthcare like they needed. It was bottle of pills and some other stuff I don’t remember. Hang on, let me grab that image real quick for you and place right here:
Notice all these different images? Notice also that I said an image of pills? Really? hmm…well, there is ALSO images of person in wheelchair, blood pressure machine, cartoon nurse, toothbrush and toothpaste, etc..
When I saw this image, I burst into tears. I didn’t realize how much pain I was in until I cried over images of products.
Why? Well, it’s been years of this battle. My Mom has overcome many things but mostly recently she has been battling Metastatic Triple Negative Breast Cancer.
It’s been hard. Really hard. I don’t think I have thought so much about death in my whole life!!! It’s hard to admit that. Most everyone that knows me calls me “Polly Positive” yes, but now I am also “Realistic Renea”.
Mom lives with me. In the middle of the night, I might get up to use the restroom and check or if she has her door open, I might stand there watching her breath. I watch her chest rise and fall, much like I did my children when they were little but if they got too still and I couldn’t see their little chest expanding, I would move them a little to make sure they were okay.
Many times I have noticed while I am waiting on her to breathe, I am holding my own breath. When I see her chest expand and her breathe out, I noticed I sigh then go back to my room.
She doesn’t even know this.
She is ever the comedian, though. In all the pain, she still cuts jokes with me. We laugh like two crazy people. We are weird. Just like we like it. She would literally be like:
How do I know? Right now when writing this story, I was searching for images. I burst into laughter when I see the above image from a HILARIOUS article on https://www.thethings.com/15-memes-about-webmd-that-will-actually-make-you-lol/
I hear Mom in the kitchen. I tell Mom the meme. She doesn’t even SEE it and she legit bursts into laughter!
Mom had her mastectomy in August. When she came out of the anesthesia, she said this:
This is ALSO the same woman who, when shopping at Ross, decided upon this noble hat:
Something else…This same little cute lady was on a whole other level the day she got her surgery. She informed them:
NO ONE is taking my teeth out.
As the doctors piled in, I thought for sure all this academia in one room would surely intimidate her. Man, I was under pressure sitting there. I was about to take them out myself! But NOOOOO, she was ready for this fight. Ain’t nobody getting those teeth.
As the pressure mounted and she continually refused even to the point they told her she could choke during surgery, she remained unmoved and unaffected.
They had her sign a consent basically saying:
I AM WILLING TO DIE FOR MY TEETH.
Lots of wins that day: Surgeon removed all the cancerous tumors and 30 lymph nodes, family togetherness, Mom feeling empowered.
One loss that day: Cancer didn’t win that round.
We laughed, cried, fought and overcame that day. It was a good day:))
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