So I'm in the bit of a sharing mood today which is very unusual.
On January 22nd, 2013 I lost my sister to cancer. She was 30 years old and left behind an 11 year old son. She had been fighting this disease for the past year and a half. It started when they found the cancer in her cervix. This completely broke her world apart, not because she had cancer, but they told her she could no longer be a mother. The one thing she wanted in this world was to be a mother again, and she was a great mother.
So she went through chemo and radiation. Things were looking up and we were even given the cancer free status. Then, in October she went to a chiropractor to have a realignment on her neck and spine. Two days later she was in the hospital with a lot of pain in her neck. The doctors told her that she had a broken vertebra. So they put her in the hospital to have neck surgery.
After the surgery we sat down with the surgeon who told us the reason my sister's neck broken was because a cancer tumor had be growing inside the vertebra and had eaten away at the bone. Talk about hard news to take. I don't remember the rest of that night due to the amount of Jack that was in my system. My sister stayed positive and complained about not being able to bungee jump and ride roller coasters now. So in a neck brace my sister still lived her life and went out. After a PET scan there didn't seem to be cancer anywhere else except the neck.
Right before Christmas she was having chest pain and went to the ER. They found numerous blood clots in her lungs and what they thought might be more cancer. So at this point she was strong enough to have radiation treatments. During Christmas I took my sister to her treatments and hung out with my nephew realizing this might be our last one together. It was both amazing and tragic at the same time. Shortly, afterwards she was back in the hospital with a lot of pain. In a matter of a week she went from there's a chance of recovery to finding cancer in almost every bone in her body. In several days the doctors said she was too weak for treatment and she was put on hospice.
The last time I saw my sister she wasn't who she was supposed to be. She was heavily medicated and incoherent most of the time. The last things she said to me was, "You're going to be an only child now." (We had a brother murdered in 2005) I told her not to worry about that but to worry about finding our brother and giving him a hug for us. She knew it was her time and she was ready for it. I thankfully said my final goodbye to her the next day. I told her she had proven her strength and it was okay for her to let go. She squeezed my hand and I knew it got through.
Two days later I received that call that she had passed away. She was the strongest person I've ever met and was so full of life. I have resolved myself to live my life and accomplish the things she wanted to do, which let me tell you is a long list.
RIP Amy "Sug" Adkins
7/7/1982 - 1/22/2013
Gone; never forgetten
On January 22nd, 2013 I lost my sister to cancer. She was 30 years old and left behind an 11 year old son. She had been fighting this disease for the past year and a half. It started when they found the cancer in her cervix. This completely broke her world apart, not because she had cancer, but they told her she could no longer be a mother. The one thing she wanted in this world was to be a mother again, and she was a great mother.
So she went through chemo and radiation. Things were looking up and we were even given the cancer free status. Then, in October she went to a chiropractor to have a realignment on her neck and spine. Two days later she was in the hospital with a lot of pain in her neck. The doctors told her that she had a broken vertebra. So they put her in the hospital to have neck surgery.
After the surgery we sat down with the surgeon who told us the reason my sister's neck broken was because a cancer tumor had be growing inside the vertebra and had eaten away at the bone. Talk about hard news to take. I don't remember the rest of that night due to the amount of Jack that was in my system. My sister stayed positive and complained about not being able to bungee jump and ride roller coasters now. So in a neck brace my sister still lived her life and went out. After a PET scan there didn't seem to be cancer anywhere else except the neck.
Right before Christmas she was having chest pain and went to the ER. They found numerous blood clots in her lungs and what they thought might be more cancer. So at this point she was strong enough to have radiation treatments. During Christmas I took my sister to her treatments and hung out with my nephew realizing this might be our last one together. It was both amazing and tragic at the same time. Shortly, afterwards she was back in the hospital with a lot of pain. In a matter of a week she went from there's a chance of recovery to finding cancer in almost every bone in her body. In several days the doctors said she was too weak for treatment and she was put on hospice.
The last time I saw my sister she wasn't who she was supposed to be. She was heavily medicated and incoherent most of the time. The last things she said to me was, "You're going to be an only child now." (We had a brother murdered in 2005) I told her not to worry about that but to worry about finding our brother and giving him a hug for us. She knew it was her time and she was ready for it. I thankfully said my final goodbye to her the next day. I told her she had proven her strength and it was okay for her to let go. She squeezed my hand and I knew it got through.
Two days later I received that call that she had passed away. She was the strongest person I've ever met and was so full of life. I have resolved myself to live my life and accomplish the things she wanted to do, which let me tell you is a long list.
RIP Amy "Sug" Adkins
7/7/1982 - 1/22/2013
Gone; never forgetten
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