My mother became ill in August 2008 with ovarian cancer. This is a story of the final months of an exceptional woman.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Future?




The Powers-that-Be do not seem overly impressed with my intention to remain healthy.

I have a very aggressive cancer that is just about everywhere. In a week or so I probably receive a course of chemo to be repeated every three weeks for a total of 5. No more treatment of any sort is planned other than that. If I tolerate the chemotherapy and then if I respond to it (a significant number of my type of cancers do just brush it off) then I might be granted another 4 to 8 months up to years. If the cancer continues in its current unchecked rapid growth I probably don't have long given the placement of tumors throughout my body and very near critically important organs and systems. A few weeks? One year at the very, very outside some say. Jeff thinks I am quite robust and folks like me often beat the odds and do well. Is he just trying to snow me? I may be one of the lucky ones who has a amazingly good response to chemo with few problems. Fingers crossed!

Right now I am OK with a swiftly approaching death if that proves to be true. No fear and no regrets. I do not like that my leavetaking could be painful and uncomfortable but that is often the way it is in today's world. I loathe the idea of possibly being disabled and dependant. But then...this has happened to billions upon billions of my fellow human beings and is currently being played out by millions of others. I will be made more comfortable than virtually all of them now or in the past should that happen to me.

Perspective is critical when stuck in this position don't you think?

For now we are just trying to prepare and batten down the hatches for what may be a swift fall from grace. And, I am also preparing to enjoy my time til 2037 when I actually intend to part the scene! I am so glad Janet and Jeff are here to help Paul and me with the logistics of it all and to shower me with love and attention. A blessing I am basking in right now.

If you wish to contact me you can either make a comment on this blog, email me at mizflounce@gmail.com. I would say to call but already I am sleeping and/or tired quite alot. Jeff says that when the chemo start I will really be wiped out. Emails, blog comments or letters are easier to handle during the times I am firing with at least a few thrusters....

I love and care for so many of you. I am so sorry I will make you sad if I die a bit earlier than you probably counted on. I trust you will not be annoyed if I burst with full energy back onto the scene in a few months?

Judy (via Jeff)

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Vacherie, Louisiana, United States
Born in rural Arkansas my tongue took up residence in my cheek shortly thereafter. I use it to speak "Genteel Southern Lady". Cussin' I only use when provoked by the Uppity. Paul, my husband, and I have lived in Cajun Country for many years raising cane, twins (a boy and a girl; now adults? definitely old) and other mischief. Alligators, water moccassins and bears have tussled with me as I protect our swampy coastal farmstead. We are stuck now on lovely Lake Hamilton near Hot Springs where we have our second home. We have been here waiting for Godot since my heart valves blew out Late November 2007 and now with cancer diagnosed August 2008. The Furies have me in their sights... I am writing this blog to let my Beloveds know how I am doing so they will not "get off" in imagined ways on my dire straits. The reality is bad enough without turning my story into a B-grade movie of the mind. I know all of you wish me the very best. And I miss you! never no mind your fevered imaginations. This is as close as I can get to a fond and loving chat with you right now... Sadly, Judy aka Mizflounce passed away peacefully early on Sunday morning May 30th 2009 age 78.