I Lost My MomI had just turned 12 years old. Mom got sick a month before my birthday. She had been sick 6 months earlier, and it was cancer; but, she went through surgery and was ok. They told her there was a 50/50 chance the cancer could spread; but mom was ok. One day towards the end of my grade 6 year, mom came to my school and called me out of class. "Mommy has to go to Regina to see the doctor. I'll be back soon. Everything will be ok." Have I said that Mom was ok? This time she was not. The cancer had spread...to her brain. In the 1970s the doctors and medical science did not know what it does today. There would be no miracle. Mom underwent radiation, and it burned her face a bit. I was able to go to Regina to see her, and it was a fun trip for me because of being able to go to the Regina Exhibition! But it was so hard to see Mom lying in bed not able to do much.
A short time after the Regina trip, Dad said Mom was coming home. I was so happy! This was short-lived because Mom was so sick she was coming home to die. So sad were these last couple weeks. Mom went from talking to us & knowing us to not being able to talk & not knowing us.
Then one day it was over. Mom's pain and discomfort had ended, and she was gone. Just like that. I guess, looking back, it was a relief because she was at peace. But at the time it hurt so bad. It still hurts.