My dad's cousin is in her final days and its been rough. And to weigh more on my mind, my father and mother suffer from the same ailment that its ultimately taking her life. My mom's condition is fine, she's great, no major hiccups. My dad on the other hand, well we almost lost him last summer from the 1st round of treatment they had him on. He just finished his second treatment, less invasive than the first, but still rough. We won't know if it worked for another month.
My dad's cousin on the other hand couldn't take the treatment because of her age and the ailment has finally caught up to her.
In the midst of realizing that she only has another 2 weeks at the most according to all her doctors and dealing with this information (my dad is also very close to her), I sit here and wonder, is this going to be me in a few years, especially if the treatment didn't work. I almost lost him once to this, well a combination of the ailment and the treatment. I can't bear the thought of watching him suffer the way my cousin has watched her mom suffer.
The thoughts are taking over my mind, knowing that this amazing woman who stayed strong for the family when her husband had a massive heart attack at bingo when I was still a child, who stayed strong for her daughter and grand daughter when her son-in-law lost his life on 9-11, can no longer stay strong.
I'm sorry the long post that probably doesn't make sense.