Mother's Love Fund
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On August 25, 1:30pm while eating with my husband, laughing and talking about family times and planning more with our children and grandchildren, I decided to text my mom to share. But, as time passed, I received no response. Then all of a sudden, I receive a phone call from my Mom's husband with news that "your mom is in the hospital and has been for a week or so for her breathing. She was on a breathing machine at home for several weeks prior to being at the hospital. She stopped working at a warehouse due to her breathing challenges. Oh, and prior to that she may have been exposed to pesticides when working in Columbus as a Home Health Aide. But, moving to a 100 year old house in a small town in Indiana, she may have also been exposed to mold. All of this, may be causing her struggles to breathe on her own."
My mouth dropped in shock and my heart felt pain and fear, then my mind felt anger. Anger first of their move away from me, my brother, and her grandkids all of a sudden... and now this. Nevertheless, I MUST go see my mom.
Arriving at the hospital, seeing multiple tubes supplying oxygen, nutrients, and medicines for pain and sedation, all I could think of is, "Why My Mommy".
I was able to speak to her, but she had to communicate by writing on a pad of paper. (I kept them all)
Each day I speak with the nurse in the evening for an update on Mommy's status. But, her conditions begin to quickly diminish as we wait for the final results of her biopsy.
My husband, DC, supporting me thru all of this, takes time off work for us to travel every other day from Columbus to Muncie, IN hospital. He and God have been holding my hand...now I know why.
The final results: Stage 4 Sarcoma Cancer in both lungs...sniff, sniff.
On Sept. 1, the day before her heart stopped and her Spirit is held by God, I had a moment with Mommy. Her head tilted, eyes gazing at me, but her mouth moving...as if telling me, "My lovely daughter, I'll be alright. Love and Live by remembrance."
Wow!! So glad I was able to have this moment. But, so many questions I have as to why the move, why as close as we are did you avoid telling me, and why did you work in a warehouse at age of 63 instead of doing what you love. Why Mommy?!? Blame you?!? Blame myself for not being more intentional in visiting you in the small town of Indiana?!? Blame God for taking you too soon?!? No, No, and definitely No.
This morning, I tried to text Mommy. This was our morning thing. Ugh!! She was my Best Friend too.
Trying to grieve can be a rollercoaster.
God take over the wheel.
With your special gift, me and my brother Wayne will be able to Celebrate our Mommy's HomeGowing.
Thank you so much!!
Chanell Harris
My mouth dropped in shock and my heart felt pain and fear, then my mind felt anger. Anger first of their move away from me, my brother, and her grandkids all of a sudden... and now this. Nevertheless, I MUST go see my mom.
Arriving at the hospital, seeing multiple tubes supplying oxygen, nutrients, and medicines for pain and sedation, all I could think of is, "Why My Mommy".
I was able to speak to her, but she had to communicate by writing on a pad of paper. (I kept them all)
Each day I speak with the nurse in the evening for an update on Mommy's status. But, her conditions begin to quickly diminish as we wait for the final results of her biopsy.
My husband, DC, supporting me thru all of this, takes time off work for us to travel every other day from Columbus to Muncie, IN hospital. He and God have been holding my hand...now I know why.
The final results: Stage 4 Sarcoma Cancer in both lungs...sniff, sniff.
On Sept. 1, the day before her heart stopped and her Spirit is held by God, I had a moment with Mommy. Her head tilted, eyes gazing at me, but her mouth moving...as if telling me, "My lovely daughter, I'll be alright. Love and Live by remembrance."
Wow!! So glad I was able to have this moment. But, so many questions I have as to why the move, why as close as we are did you avoid telling me, and why did you work in a warehouse at age of 63 instead of doing what you love. Why Mommy?!? Blame you?!? Blame myself for not being more intentional in visiting you in the small town of Indiana?!? Blame God for taking you too soon?!? No, No, and definitely No.
This morning, I tried to text Mommy. This was our morning thing. Ugh!! She was my Best Friend too.
Trying to grieve can be a rollercoaster.
God take over the wheel.
With your special gift, me and my brother Wayne will be able to Celebrate our Mommy's HomeGowing.
Thank you so much!!
Chanell Harris
Organizer
DC Harris
Organizer
Columbus, OH
