Posted by A Dame (205.188.196.21) on August 08, 1999 at 22:11:48:
In Reply to: Supporters and Clusterheads. posted by Heather on August 08, 1999 at 14:13:33:
When I met your Mom Saturday, my first thought was this woman is too thin to fight this cancer very long. After talking with her, I understand why she is approaching this thing the way she is. That is her decision to make. You and your sister are both very sweet girls. You mother has comfort in knowing that you two are not only sisters (not many months apart in age), but that you are also best friends. I makes it easier for her knowing that you will turn to each other for support when that time comes and I had a warm feeling about that when I met you.
After talking with your Mom in your kitchen, I realize that she is a fighter and she will fight til the end. I use to think that I had a very low threshold to pain, because I always throw up with my headaches, but I have always said that I throw up because the pain is soo soo bad. I came to the conclusion that I don't have a low threshold to pain, most people couldn't stand one of our headaches, let alone several a day, day end and day out. She has suffered as a chronic for a very long time. God only knows how she survives them. I am episodonic or whatever I am and I get a break from the monster to regroup so to speak, she never gets that opportunity.
Heather the trip you took with your Mom was very special and you will cheerish those memories forever.
My son has watched me have these headaches all his life, but he doesn't have the compassion you and your sister have for your Mom. I guess he has grown to accept it as a way of life for me. He will say, come on Mom, lets try to get you up and back to bed. He picks me up off the bathroom floor and carries my back to my bed, knowing full well that in a few minutes I will be back out of that bed and back on that floor again. He just says he can't stand to see me lying there on the floor. On one of my last 10 - 12 at 1:05 a.m. he comes in the bathroom which is dark by the way because I can't stand even a night light on, and gets me cold rags and ice packs out of the freezer and of course asks if I am going to be ok, My answer is alway No, I am going to die, something in my head is going to burst.
I wish I didn't act the way I do during an attack, but I can't seem to help it. At each attack, I honestly think it will be my last...and wish it were at times....
Heather, she needs you and your sister and will need you even more now, so just be there for her. Just knowing you are there and are supportive of her decision is a comfort to her.
God Bless You Child, You are Precious....
Glad I had the opportunity of visiting in your home. Thank you for your post. I got something out of it myself.
A Dame