so........here is long and short of it
1.no matter what is done it will only prolong life and for only a month or two sacrificing quality. There is no cure.
2. I have a terminal illness and small children at home. I also leave behind an amazing but pennyless husband who I trust once he makes it through the initial fog, he will be just fine.
3. What I have is a primary (started/end in brain) grade 3 (aka fast growing and agressive) anaplastic (aka malignant) astrocytoma (stars/fans out making it difficult for surgery)
That's the jist of our situation, everyone has trials and this is ours. I am by no means minimizing our situation and we desperately need help... looking for a hand up not out.
My story is no different than any other young mother leaving behind young children to a single father. How it will be done.....FAITH. This is not to say that it is not tearing me up inside. I am a gun fearing, God loving American mother and wife. Admittedly, this was NEVER part of My plan, but I am willing to go where He sends me and willing to do whatever He asks. I understand that my Lord has a plan, I just don't know what it is.
To start, my name is Cynthia High. I am 38 years old and have 6 children; 3,6,7,9,15,21 and then there is my husband, lol. I am just like anyone else. I am simply a mother, wife, friend, neighbor, daughter etc.. After my first surgery the doctors agreed that I had about 2 years to live. I went through radiation and chemo at the same time. When I completed that, I was to go through another year of chemo (five days every twenty-eight), if my body could handle it. Unfortunately, the tumor came back after only one month. So there went that idea. The prognosis quickly changed and now they give me three to six months (this was in March). I dont feel sorry for myself. I worry for the family that I leave behind. This is where our faith takes over.
I am not perfect, I make mistakes just like we all do. I am hoping to be able to celebrate my 18th anniversary of my sobriety in December. Heck, just to live through the holidays so my family will not be sad around those times. This is, quite honestly, all that I ask my Lord and Savior for. I don't feel that I ask for a lot, (lol).
Being diagnosed and in surgery in October 2013 (around both mine and my 9 year old sons birthdays) was difficult, especially for my son who has Asberger Syndrome and ADHD. We still managed to make his day special for him. Weeks later I was told that I had a primary grade 3 anaplastic astrocytoma. A fast growing, reoccuring brain tumor that will apparently never go away.
We all know a medical disaster like this could bankrupt you. My husband switched jobs just a year prior to my medical problems. A good move in the long run, but given our current situation, has proven to be a financial nightmare. Our saving grace is medical insurance that bacme effective just months before the initial tumor was discovered. Until the last October, I was the healthiest person in the family. To go from that, to this, is humbling for sure. So now, here we are. Having a terminal illness was not in my plans but here we are working to endure to the end in faith in Jesus Christ.
We always planned to get life insurance on me one day, but that day never came. Now we are asking, in all humility, for help through these difficult times.
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