I just found this thread and want to say prayers for all of you. I definately know how all of you feel.
You see, in March, 2010, my mom started having chest pain on her way to work. She went to the ER instead of heading on to work. I've been a nurse for over 20 years...a nurse anesthetist for the past few years....and really thought she might have a blood clot in her lung. Of course they treated her for heart pain, but I was sure that wasn't it. I was right in that it wasn't her heart...but wrong in that it was not a blood clot. Instead, she had a mass in her lung. CT showed she other tumors in her brain and several in her liver. I knew instantly what this meant. She was stage 4 metastatic lung cancer. She would not survive.
Mom put up a good fight...never complained...and very rarely felt much pain thankfully...but on August 31, 2010, she succumbed to her cancer. I never thought I'd ever feel so much grief....until recently.
Two weeks before Mom died, Dad had some routine lab done. It showed up he had myelodysplastic syndrome, aka pre-leukemia. The day after we buried Mom, Dad had to have a bone marrow biopsy. By Christmas, he was doing well. The chemo was working...he didn't feel sick...prayers were being answered.
By late March, his labs were not so good anymore. He was feeling more and more tired and his legs ached. He'd have good days and bad days, but more good than bad and he was doing "ok".
Less than two weeks ago, however, on May 10,2011, he had just left home to go to his chemo appointment when someone fell asleep coming around a curve and hit my dad head-on. They worked for about 2 hours, but he did not survive. Now I've lost both of my parents in the span of 8 months.
My mom and dad lived just around the corner from me. We own 100 acres in Kentucky and I live on one corner of the property, mom and dad lived on another, my brother on another, etc. I cooked supper for my parents, then just my dad almost every night just to make sure they were being taken care of. My mom was my best friend and my dad was my rock...my strength...
The grief of losing Mom was horrible. But when she died, I think we were all ready because we didn't like seeing her suffer. With Dad, we werent prepared. We thought we had more time. I try to thnk maybe this was God's way of saving him from a long path of suffering in the future, but then I think of how witnesses said he was looking around, moving his arm immediately after the wreck, and I can't help but worry that he was "with it" and wondering why noone was there helping him. Did he know he was dying? It breaks my heart and is almost unbearable to imagine this might be the case as it seems he'd already suffered so much. (side note: We're told from eye witnesses that 911 dispatch sent the ambulances to the wrong site and it took over 35 mins for the ambulance to get to dad) This situation seems to make his loss so much harder.
Thanks for listening.