Breast Cancer: A Short Story

On our final local community service day, we were primarily accompanied by the 2 of the more abled patients in Dover Hospice. Their positive energy illuminated the room, they were cheerful and entertaining as we folded paper flowers together. We even began singing songs in the midst of folding the paper flowers. Once we were completed, we attempted to brighten their day through distributing the papers flowers we made, and interacting with the patients.

The best gift that anyone can ask for in life is, to have a good and spiritual mother, and Catherine was blessed with this gift. From childhood, Catherine was very spiritual and followed the Bible and set Jesus Christ’s teachings for her guidance in life. Catherine had an exceptional relationship with her mother in every stage of her life and she had a major contribution to Catherine’s

Carol has a condition called Graph vs Host disease which is a side effect of having a stem cell transplant. She is 62 years old and on hospice. Her parents are 92 and live in an assisted living facility in Phoenix. When I met with Carol the first time, she told me she had been praying for months that God would lead her to someone who could help her get to her parents for a final visit.

This interview was very personal to me, and I could not stop my tears because my aunt died last year, she had breast cancer, she did all the treatments, but there was no guarantee. Working as a nurse I have been given orders for hospice consult, but I never had the opportunity to work with a hospice nurse one on one, therefore, watching the video gave me some insight on what hospice mean and how much help they render to family and the patient. Hospice does not mean taking away hope; it is misunderstood by many because they lack understanding of what it means. Hospice focus on the patient’s comfort rather than curing their disease (DeSpelding et al., 2015). Even though a cure is not a possibility, there is a lot more that can be done to help the dying person continue to live a quality life until death (DeSpelding et al., 2015). Dough story was fascinating it is indeed magical, and also seeing how hospice planned for a plane ticket for the grandfather to see his family. Dr. Walsh story was a sad one and also an educative, he explained the task that awaits him profoundly and his description of the 100 things he can do and how he loses them is a reminder of how his health is deteriorating.

I'm glad to hear that you're feeling slightly better!!!!! I had a similar issue with my grandma who had breast cancer, as well as other family members. I was so frustrated and found the doctors were equally responsible for a multitude of reasons. I packed up her bags and moved her North, where she could receive treatment at the Mayo clinic. Everything is coordinated for you (like it should be)!!! Results (labs/scans) are immediately sent to your smartphone when they become available, and you receive a list of all your specialist appointments and testing in advance. Labs/scans/, etc. are done (same day) onsite prior to your doctor's appointment all under one roof. You have a team of doctors working together on your treatment

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Alayne Karola Voss, she was a loving mother a dedicated worker and a woman who spent her life helping others.” The crowd was silent as the child of the deceased stood in the sand surrounded by loved ones. Many people came to pay tribute to the woman they adored, her body now severed from her soul and turned to ash. “My mother as all of you know a would not want today to be a day of tears and longing but rather a day of remembrance and joy. A day to gather and think of all the times you shared with her, good and bad.” A few small smiles spread throughout the blanket of black, as the waves washed up on the shore the woman dearly loved.

I thought some piece of me would instinctively realize when she passed, especially since I knew the moment was imminent. But I did not. The nurse had to tell me. And just like that, the cautious optimism I had begun to let myself feel for the past ten days while they tried to give her just a few more weeks, burst.

I told one of the ladies to call your father, your father rushed from his job to the hospital and was with me the whole time.”

My mother’s letter also provided me with a heartfelt, long lasting goodbye. My mother returned after only a week, however, with this note, I was left with the words of love that my mother wrote on paper for me. I come from a tight knit family, so for my mother to

Everyone came that I called spent time with her and we laughed knowing that it was wrong to be laughing at the memories with her lying there slowly leaving us. The memory that everyone seemed to enjoy the most was the Christmas that had just past. Mom’s reaction to everyone in her room at one time, due to the room being so little and there being at least twenty-five people in there with us remind all of us of the people trying to see how many people they could fit into phone booth.

After gorging on the offerings of Thanksgiving, while still seated at the table, we realized it was time for us to fulfill a family tradition born out of an early-90s phase of my mother’s with a fascination for all things new-age. Each of us awkwardly crammed all we were thankful for into a thirty-second impromptu monolog. When the warmth of the spotlight focused on me, I let the estrogen flow, disregarded the patience of the less emotionally in-touch family so obviously seated in frustration, and offered a long-winded exposé on how each of my relatives before me contributed to all that I am thankful for. It was with the conclusion of my verbose explanation on all my mother does for me, that she took this occasion to voice how, with every mother she has the chance of meeting, she tells the story of, but for her, I might not be alive today.

My parents had been married for thirty-four years as the time of her death. During that time, they raised three children and were the proud grandparents of six grandkids. No one had to guess where you stood with my mom – they knew. She gave love and showed compassion to anyone who allowed. Growing up, all of our friends called her “Mama T” because she mothered so many and her last name was Tatum.

Although incredibly difficult, this reminds me not to feel sorrow for her death, but instead to feel grateful that her presence has blessed our lives. it.

My mother opened her mouth to speak but then hesitated and stopped herself. My father responded, “We were with you.”

In conclusion, Denise will forever hold a special place in my heart, never to leave. We learn about life sometimes through horrible circumstances and try to heal and move on from that point, no matter how dark and