|Mom in 2005|
--August 17, 2005
By August, Mom had to go to Toronto for another appointment. It was in regards to her new tumour, number five. She refused to let me go along. By now my course was finished and, being a teacher, I was available if needed. She was adamant. I should have been stronger and fought this. She could not hear properly and was under stress. At age seventy-nine, she had an unfailing trust in doctors, who tended to gloss over details and use acronyms that only they understood; they treated elderly patients as if they were younger and had perfect hearing and cognition. The truth was that radiation and chemo has a profound effect on seniors who are already frail, and Mom was not offered statistics that took her age and condition into consideration. I should have been there to ask the questions that burned in my brain. One cannot move forward without all of the information.
|Mom & Dad in 2006|
She did understand that it was a fairly unique cancer.
Mom was hearing impaired, and didn't process all she heard.