On Memorial Day, we took my mom to the hospital. She had been having complications due to cancer for some time, and we thought this would be another trip in and out as it had become more and more common throughout her chemo. This time, however, did prove to be different. Instead of going to the cancer floor as she had so many times before, she went to the ICU. We (my 2 sisters, brother, and myself) thought that she would be there for a couple days, until she got stronger, then she would either go the cancer floor, or maybe go home. My mom would move in with my sister, my fiancé, and I would move into our own house and we would sell her house.
That Friday she seemed to be getting better, she was eating more, but the doctor told us that if her heart didn’t get stronger on it’s own she wasn’t going to make it. Then that afternoon they told us the worst news ever: She might have two weeks, if she’s lucky. We freaked out! We got her will in order, took care of her estate so that my brother would manage it when the time came, everything we could think of. We went home, dreading the fact that we only had two weeks left with our mother. At about 12:45 am, we got the call I never wanted—get to the hospital ASAP, we were losing her! I called my sisters and my dad (they have been divorced since I was a little girl, but always remained friends). My sister picked me up with her husband and kids and we rushed to the hospital as fast as we could. My brother was already there, and my oldest sister had gone home (a three hour drive) to gather her family and was scheduled to return the next day. She lived until about 1:30 am. My dad arrived just as she passed away, which I was grateful for, as we all needed him.
Now during this time, my period was late, but with all the stress, I figured that was why. It was about a week late, but that wasn’t unheard of, so I went about my regular routine. I was off work; we had to make arrangements for the funeral, etc. Her funeral was to be the following Wednesday. After her funeral, I still was late, now approaching the two-week mark.
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