My mom's name is Sandy Goodwin. Two years ago she started having this problem where she couldn't eat anything without it coming back up. So she went to the doctors they diagnosed her with stage 4 colon cancer. Because of the cancer, her stomach couldn't digest solid foods like normal. She had several masses around her stomach. They gave her 3-5 years maybe longer to live with this diagnosis if she started treatment. So we started chemo therapy right away. After 12 rounds of chemo, her tumor markers still didn't go down. So the doctor changed her regiment, and started her on a different chemo therapy. But my mom's body reacted badly to it. So the doctor stopped that treatment of chemo. Since she couldn't process solid food, so the doctor put her on T.P.N. (which is a bag of white fluid that looks like milk that has a lot of nutrients in it) and I would hook that bag up to her port in her chest. That would be pumping fluid in her for 20 hours a day just to keep her from withering away. All that liquid and stuff would settle in her stomach because her body wouldn't digest it. Every couple months she would be so bloated she had to have a procedure called a paracentesis. That's when they suck all that fluid out of her stomach. So this goes on for almost a year when the doctor told us that they could do another treatment but only with a 15% success rate. My mom was already dealing with a lot of pain and discomfort, but she didn't give up. She started the chemo and after a few rounds of treatment, her tumor markers started to go down. We were so happy, for the first time we saw a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.....Then, everything went downhill. They found an obstruction in my mom's stomach. They had to stop the treatment and also stop the T.P.N. After that, they began to tell that she would have days to live, because they couldn't operate and fix the obstruction because one of her masses was pressing up against it. They wanted to keep her in a facility but I decided to have her brought back home to spend her final days. But by then the cancer started to spread. She was so weak and tired She couldn't really lift her head up. Every time she tried to talk, it would come out as a whispery mumble. She barely could communicate with me. I had to move her every couple hours to prevent bed sores. Give her a bird bath with a sponge. Change her, adjust her body on the eletronical bed so she would be comfortable. Swab her mouth with water to give her something to drink because she lost the ability to swallow. I did everything I could to make her as comfortable as possible. Then on Christmas Eve, Sandy Goodwin passed away with her husband, 3 sons, and father next to her. She went peacefully in her sleep at 4am. It was the hardest thing in my life seeing her take her last breath. See I quit my job after my mom was diagnosed 2 years ago so I could take care of her, and be with her when she went to doctor appointments, doing chemo therapy, etc. Because it was just me and her. Nobody else. Now that she passed away, I realised that I'm in a bad spot. I'm looking for employment, but I'm fighting an uphill battle without any income. If you can donate anything, anything at all, to help me get through this tough time, I would greatly appreciate it. Even if you can't donate anything, it's ok. If you could share this with everybody you know, that would also help a lot. Now you know the story about a women that was a mother, daughter, wife, and a friend to a lot of people. Someone that would give anything to help someone in need. Someone that fought, and fought, and didn't give up until very end. My best friend, Sandy Goodwin. Thank You.
- Michelle S
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