It’s been four days since the surgery. Four long days. Everyday she’s getting stronger and stronger but there is still a very long way to go. No sign yet of when she can go home. I think that’s the day I’m waiting for the most.
This was surgery number 5 for my mom. In 2.5 years. It was August 2010 when we found out that my mom had cancer. Kidney cancer that was stage 4. Thankfully the tumours that were found were operable. She didnt need chemo or meds. In fact every recurrence since, luckily, has been operable.
Yes, I consider ourselves “lucky” that each tumour has been able to be removed but the toll of surgery is overwhelming on her body. Seeing her go through this, her feeling incredible amounts of pain is truly heartbreaking. We sit with her at the hospital every day watching her. In and out of sleep. Groaning from the pain. Barely able to move on her own. Attached to IV’s, morphine drips, gravol, oxygen…I wish this upon no one.
It’s day 5 today. She’s managed to get up, walk a little bit and shower. We are trying to push her but not too hard. I just want her to come home. I’m counting down the days.
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