When It Rains, It Storms

I posted last time that my friend was going in for testing and they discovered that he has lung cancer. He is not in a really good place, but that is another story. Last week I got a call that my mother was having trouble breathing and that she was going to the nursing home to have a chest x-ray.

The good news is that it was not pneumonia, but of course when someone starts a sentence like that, there is usually bad news to follow. It looks like lung cancer, and she has fluid around her lungs. 

My mother is 86 this week and she is at the point in her life that she does not want treatment. She’s given up and wants to let go. I respect that, but as a fighter it is tough for me to sit back and watch someone give up on life, no matter how old you are. And again, here I am, and advocate of positivity and fighting to survive, having to bite my lip and respect her wishes.

It is honestly very hard for me to sit back and watch, but that’s all I can do right now. Sometimes you just have to let go and allow others to let go and have their own choice. It’s all about supporting them in what they want, not what you want.