mic the cat
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I currently find myself stuck between a hard place and a rock.
So here I am finding myself unaware and completely confused on a certain aspect of life. You see, ovarian cancer is hereditary in my mother's side of the family also meaning I or my sister could get it when I am older.
My Aunt Shelley past away on Halloween of 2005 from ovarian cancer. When I had first moved to GA, my mother asked me to go to South Carolina with her to see her sister because she was dying. Little did I know that this small trip would turn into a "few months" visit living in her tiny house and taking care of her.
I've seen people in the process of dying before. I was a little girl when my mother was the unofficial "appointed" caretaker of her own cancer ridden mother. I won't even go into the bizarre months before she died.
I loved my Auny Shelley very much but it's alot of weight for a parent to ask of a daughter to share the burden. Although I've had my own personal life experiences, being sexually abused for 12 years which in a way keeping it a secret is like dying a little everyday.
To see what actually happens to a body and mind during this actual living breathing process though is really to much for even a doctor to comprehend.
Yes, you can put it into scientific/medical terms but it's not what your heart sees.
It's something different and entirely too impossible a cause to be able to watch someone you love rot away, fade off become something maybe only in a hospital nightmare.
She wasn't in the hospital, we took care of her until SHE DIED. I didn't cry when she finally passed away and in fact I don't cry for her death at all. I am sorry cancer took her but to watch someone, help them shower and use the restroom and dress them, to do all the things a nurse does.
We couldn't even eat in front of her because we felt so guilty that she had to have some sort of thing through an IV all day.
I'm sure if anyone has ever seen someone in the last stages of cancer or watched someone die then they know that no matter where you escape to you always have the smell of sickness and death on your clothes.
What a horrible, horrible thing it is to witness.
My Aunt Chay in New York (where I am originally from) also has ovarian cancer, she is DYING from it. This woman is like my second mother.
Here is my mother again, begging me to go to New York and stay a few months with her to take care of her. I told her no.
Was I selfish to do it? Absolutely. I would love to see her and take care of her, if. IF I knew she was getting better.
If it is selfishness to not want to watch a family member rot away till it makes you sick inside then I suppose I am the epitome of it.
My mother doesn't ask me because of any Saintly Reason nor does she consider my feelings on the subject. She asks me because she can't ask anyone else, she doesn't have as much influence on them, they wouldn't be as strong. She tells me to go with her because SHE IS AFRAID TO GO HERSELF.
I've sat her down and told her all these things. She has told me she is disgusted with me and that my Aunt will be DISAPPOINTED IN ME if I don't go.
So here I am, racked with indescion, a rock and hard place.
I have school to start soon in the summer, a job to get . . . I'm broke.
She says she has no ideas how many months she would be gone. If it were 2 or 3 months I would go but I don't trust her not to keep me up there for 5 months or the 10 months. I don't think she would help me back to GA on a train or plan or any other type of transportation. When my mother wants her own way, she gets it and NO ONE defys her.
I'm the only person who sticks up for myself in my family.
I have been trying to fix myself inside, as I have always been a negative unhappy, depressed person. I have been doing so well I think, my personality is much more energetic and friendly. I'm feeling more confident and secure about myself.
Would this kind of thing set me back from what I have made so far?
I suppose I am selfish because while she lies dying, I'm concerned about my own future
To go.
Or not to go.
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