Well told, and just as good a story the second time around. Thank you again, Mr. Fies. (Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see what’s happening over at The Last Mechanical Monster… )
You made me cry again. I’ve been an RN for (mumble) years (now retired) and you’ve managed to make me cry. You’ve written beautifully, and so has your mom. You made me forget my pain when I read your work. Well done, sir. May you continue to inspire others.
A beautiful family and story. God Bless You.
Crying on a Monday morning is not a good way to start the week. I’m so sorry she passed. I loved the whole journey and especially her afterward.
Such a peaceful ending. Thank you.
Thank you Brian for sharing your mom’s story, which was a story of your whole family. I enjoyed it for a second time.
When this story first appeared at GoComics, I nearly didn’t read it, but I decided to give it a try. I could always remove it from my page when I got fed up with it. But somehow . . . I didn’t. The story was so simply told, so difficult and complicated but so clear and readable that I just kept on with it . . . and on, right to the end. It drew me in, as I know it has called so many other readers to its wisdom and honesty. Cancer has affected many, many lives over the years, but it is rarely told in such a frank and open way.
There was a long gap . . . and then the story began again. This time, I believe, the story was told more fully, with more details along the way. The second reading was harder for me because my own mother had been hit by cancer in between, and it hit her hard. In short, we lost her, but she never lost her warmth or her smile.
All I intended to say here was “Thank You” – thank you for writing this very painful story in such a beautiful and, yes, hopeful way. God Bless you and you family for sharing your story with others, and God Bless your Mom and my Mum too for their courage as they travelled that road to its peaceful end.
Thank you, Brian Fies.
I miss mom.
I lost her to Alzheimer’s five years ago. She was 77 when she died.
Reading this story, i see a few parallels. Dealing with the end of life of someone that you care for isn’t easy, obviously.
it will bring out the best and worst of anyone. I can only hope that that she knew that i was trying my best. I can never know that, for sure, but I know that i tried.
And i continue trying. Caring can become addictive. The biggest benefit i got from becoming a caregiver after she died was how caregiving helped me with not only her death, but also with loosing pop and my older brothers deaths in the previous years.
Caregiving has become a kind of salve for my hurts.
So sorry for your loss. She really did a great thing by letting you share her experiences with us. I’m crying too.
This was my second time too. My mother had fought the cancer with all her will and body. She was cleared of it only to find 6 weeks later on a check up that new aggressive cancer was found in her liver. She had given up fighting and she died just 2 months later. She took the most hard way of fighting it. And was told most did not do so because the toxic therapy is very hard on the body. So it was familar in some ways your story. I think it was a good story that I hope others have read. Just to get an idea of what happens with it.
My dad was a smoker and his cancer took him 6 months after it was discovered. Your story, however, reminded me of my cancer battle. Mine was breast cancer. I never smoked because of my dad. While her treatment was stronger than mine, many of the side effects were similar. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing. My M.I.L. passed from pancreatic cancer just a few weeks after she was diagnosed. And a friend’s fiancé died from the same cancer, but she fought it for about 6 months.
And, I too am crying again.
I took my Mom 2 years to die of breast cancer that eventually spread throughout her body.
I got a phone call a few days before she died from one of my brothers, telling me I had better get out there. I flew out, and my birthday, April 30th, came around 2 days later.
All the time I was there before her death, my Mom was in a semi-coma, and finally drifted off into a complete coma early on April 30th.
But she didn’t die until about 15 seconds into May 1st.
I will always believe that, even though she did not know I had come out to see her, she somehow knew that it was my birthday, and waited to die until my birthday was over.
Thank you for this sadly wonderful story that gives hope to anyone who reads it.
Peace be unto you and yours, and the Blessings of the Lord.
Thank you all for reading my family’s story. Thanks also to everyone who commented, and especially those who shared their own stories. Two things I think are true: nobody will be a better advocate for you than YOU; and hope is never in vain.
She had a beautiful life that she lived her way as much as possible. She is an inspiration. You told the tale of her and your family very well. I can just hear them in my mind. Thank you.
Your mom has inspired me to live the way I want to live. Our new house is being set up to be more ADA-compliant, as well as having a bit of sparkle in places like the countertops (love quartz: low maintenance & lower cost) and the sidewalk ramp to the back door (yes, they’re blinging up the concrete!). My La-z-boy recliner is custom made with heat and massage, with the upholstery I wanted (soft fuzzy teal) and it’s arriving today! I found out I can sleep well in one like that because my hubby’s cousin has one. We live across the street from family (we’re living with them until the house is done – two more weeks and we’ll be in with all three cats) in a planned community with a cheap HOA in SoCal with citrus orchards and various activities. If I’m going to be in pain the rest of my life, I might as well have as much fun as possible. Well, PT isn’t fun, but it will let me have more fun with less heavy breathing.
This story has been told beautifully, despite the sad ending. I was really pulling for your mom, Brian, all the way through, but was saddened to read this final note. However, I’m sure Mom fought as long as she could, or was willing.
I know many affected by cancer, so this story hit home. Thank you for sharing, Brian. It is something I needed to read, and enjoyed week after week. I hope it will re-run soon.
Prayers for you