Hello my deviant watchers!
I am sure some of you have noticed lately I have been posting speratically. It seems like I will be posting more, and the suddenly I do t post anything for a month or so.
The day after Thanksgiving of 2012 my mom was diagnoses with a tumor(breast cancer that went malignant) wrapped around her spine, which made her loose feeling in her legs. She had surgery, radiation, and then she started physical therapy. Six months after her surgery we found out there was more in her lower spine and hips. She started to loose weight and the chemo pills weren't working. In the space of few months she lost close to a hundred pounds, and a year later close to Christmas. We made the decision to start IV chemo the following February.
The first IV chemo not only made her loose her hair but cause fluid to build up in her lungs. She had to get a thoracentesis done multiple times and she got pneumonia three times during this period; we spent two months basically living in a hospital room. The second chemo not only gave her her hair back, but it also seemed to be killing the cancer. It lasted for a year, but it started to not work any more.
We tried three more chemo said, and during this time the fluid started to build up again. She went from getting a thoracentesis one every two weeks, to once a week, to twice a week. She made the decision to have a pleurodesis done, but the Thursday before she had it done we were prescribed a medication that complete destroyed her mental and physical capabilities, and I believe stole time from us. On March 15th she had the surgery, it was one of the most scariest things, since we knew that she may not get through it. It was a very stressful day. She survived it and we got to take her home on the 18th. I moved into my parents room, nothing like sleeping on a hard floor, since she was having severe panic attacks and felt comfortable with me there.
We finally had to get hospic late March....she had what is referred to as a grand mal, tonic clinic, seizure. It made her less anxious, but it stole even more from us.
Yesterday, my dad and I were with her when she went to be with the Lord. She was only 59. This whole thing feels so surreal, and I feel like I have been robed, but I also am happy that she is pain free. I will say this thoug my mom fought tooth and nail till the very end. She is the strongest person I have ever know, and I will miss her dearly.
I started to do art as a way to deal with my moms situation, since I took care of her full time. And, right now I'm feel so lost and I don't know what to do. So, I probably won't be posting any art for a while, or maybe I will throw myself into it.
Thank you guys for supporting my art over these last few years. I hope to be back soon!