The last photo I have of my Mom. It was July 4th, 2022 at my Grandmas house. She would be gone August 6th, 2022 of metastatic pancreatic biliary cancer which spread to her liver, lungs, and bones.
What about it?
No one knew she was sick. All she complained about was a sore shoulder and had a cough. The cough had been there since about March and the doctor wrote off as seasonal allergies. The shoulder since late June and just thought she overdid it at the YMCA since she was very active. Did yoga, water volleyball, zumba, "old lady" lifting we called it (LOL) and always on the go. It wasn't until she got an MRI for the shoulder on July 10th and results read on July 15th at her PCP that they noticed something in her chest. So they did a chest xray. It was a mess. The pain in her shoulder was actually the bone cancer that spread to her ribs. She immediately started seeing an oncologist, hematologist, all types of specialist to see what they were working with but she was too advanced. August 1st, she had to be admitted to the hospital due to difficulty breathing. My dad never left her side. He slept in his car overnight until they allowed him to stay with her. The morning of August 6th, they said that they have done all they could do. Maxed out every resource, medicine, machine, you name it. They had nothing left. At 9:26am, she decided it was enough. Hindsight is always 20/20 but I am grateful I had her as long as I did. I miss her everyday but it gets less hard as the days go on.