2 years ago my uncle was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer, the same as my aunt 4 years ago. The doctors had given him 9 months to a year to live, but unlike my aunt who passed away from it 3 months afterward, my uncle fought it. Hard. Watching him fight through chemotherapy was most excruciating. It was like a dream when we got the news a year later that he had beaten it. He was officially lung cancer free, but life has a funny way of constantly putting us through adversity. A couple months ago, just as he was barely recovered from chemo, we got the unfortunate news that his cancer had already spread to other parts of his body, most especially his spine. While at the hospital last week, he suddenly had a string of seizures. The doctors performed all the scans they could and a few days later we found out that the cancer had made its way to his brain, this time however, the doctors have given him 6 months. It's despairing to be given a miracle, and then immediately be struck with terrible news such as this. And while I may be in pain, I am more worried about my mom who has already lost her sister to lung cancer. If -God forbid- my uncle doesn't make it through this, she will be the only sibling left. My grandfather passed away when I was 10, and my grandma -who had been ill-stricken and bed-ridden the past 6 years- and has not once uttered a word since, is barely hanging on by a thread. All the while my mom has been taking care of us on her own here in the states, working 9-6 every day, she has also had to take care of my grandmother, my aunt's family, and most recently, my uncle in Indonesia. God forbid the worst happens, she will also have to take care of my uncle's family. He would leave behind his new wife, baby boy and his daughter from his late wife. I cannot imagine what my mom is going through right now.
Women are strong.