We had been keeping vigil by my mom’s side since she came home from the hospital this final time. If we are being honest, we had been by her hospital bed for what feels like 1000 times. I do not know anyone who has endured more surgeries, more pain, or more “syndromes” than she had. She never complained; not once.
And she never quit fighting. In the almost 2 1/2 years since her pancreatic cancer diagnosis, she was in and out of the hospital for a myriad of things that should have taken her life. She came back from each one.
This time was different, and she knew it.
The day we moved her back from the hospital to her assisted living apartment, we found out that we had to abruptly move her to my sister’s home. What at first was a punch in the gut thrown by her assisted living place, turned into a blessing in disguise. ( I still will be writing a scathing letter to the management of a place that forces a dying woman to leave her home in her last days on this earth) So in the midst of the move, I headed to Trader Joes to get, as my mom would say, “snicky snacks” and wine (duh) since none of us had eaten anything that day.
As usual, the cashier cheerfully asked how I was.
“Fine,” I said. Then I quickly corrected myself and began to sob.
“I’m sorry. I am not Ok. My mom is dying.”
I then proceeded to tell this poor cashier how amazing my mom is and how hard she fought and that it’s really my mom’s fault that I am telling her all of this because my mom would talk to anyone in the grocery line about anything. Then she gave me a free bouquet of flowers. (Since then I have had another Crying in H-Mart moment and received a free sub. I may just head over to Tiffany’s next.)
We didn’t think my mom would make it through the night that Thursday, so I got in the car late Thursday night and headed to her apartment. My sisters and I sat by her bed, whispered our love to her, and held her hand. Miraculously she woke up for about 2 hours in the wee hours of the morning. She opened her eyes and when we asked what we could get her she said,” I think I would like some chocolate ice cream.” In those two hours, we were able to share memories and tell her again how grateful we were to have her as our mom. And, I was able to share the living eulogy I had written for her. I will be forever grateful that I was able to share this with her.
Then we sat by her side for another week. Watching the strongest women you know slowly leave this earth is both excruciating and beautiful. My siblings and I shared the responsibility of her care, and we laughed and cried late into the night when we should have been sleeping; moments I will treasure forever.
My jobs were demanding that I head back home. In hindsight, I think it was my mom nudging me to go. For years when I would visit her, she would say, “I think you should hit the road.” Lately, it would hurt my feelings a little bit, but I’ve come to realize she was just thinking of me and didn’t want to be a burden to me or to us. So for the last time, I held her hand, leaned close, and told her again what a privilege it was to be her daughter. I told her how I could never have endured what I have without her showing me how to be resilient. I whispered one last time that I just wanted her to be at peace and pain-free. Then I said, “Ok, mom. I am going to hit the road. I’ll text when I get home.”
She passed away 30 minutes after I arrived home.
Your Next Adventure
Carter, I will never forget the feeling of dropping you off on your first long, solo hike. We hugged. I wanted to hang on a little longer than you did. No surprise there. You turned to walk into the woods and I turned away, both of us with brief hesitation. It’s not that I was afraid you couldn’t do it, it’s that I knew you would come back a different person apart from me. (Also, the bears. I am always afraid of the bears!)
I feel a little of the same emotions now as you get married.
You have always been one to figure it out for yourself. I don’t even know if I taught you how to tie your shoes. I know I have never helped you with one brick of the million lego you have put together. (I hope by now you have forgiven me for giving away the Millennium Falcon)Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever helped you with one homework assignment; well except for when you were 5 and you drew that detailed and intricate butterfly to go with your story and you kept erasing it because it wasn’t perfect. I tried to help you understand it didn’t need to be perfect, it was amazing the way it was. For the record, I did not succeed and you continued to stick with it until it was the way you wanted it to be. Then there was the time you taught yourself how to do a backflip in secret, without anyone to spot you. I know for sure I wasn’t the one to teach you to be the fantastic cook and baker that you are. I can’t leave out the endless miles you have hiked alone; facing god knows what. Frankly, I think the only thing I helped you with was buying and returning and buying and returning and buying and returning your clothes so you wouldn’t have to go to the store. So today, I do not think I will give you any relationship advice. I am confident, like everything else, you will figure it out. You have always had the grit and tenacity to figure things out.
You and Ann both bring those qualities to your marriage.
I am sure they will carry you through so much.
I know I am not sending you off on this new adventure alone, as you have your brilliant and beautiful bride, Ann.
But if I am being totally honest, I still want to hang on just a little longer.
Love,
Mom
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