Today, I woke up and my gut was telling me something wasn’t right. I was looking at our wedding pictures, watching our wedding video, watching my mom. We did it, we made it – we made it to our wedding date and we celebrated, we laughed, we cried and we smiled so much it hurt. She was there.
We’re at Yale Smilow Cancer Hospital. Watching my mom sleep, while they look for a bed for her.
Her team of doctors have now become part of our family. They hug us, call us and take care of us beyond what doctors are supposed to do. They love us, but never as much as we love them.
We have been admitted to Yale Smilow Cancer Hospital. As she lays next to me, I’m numb. This can’t be happening, not to us, not to her. We will be here now until they tell us if and when they will move us. The options consist of coming home or going to inpatient hospice. Two options we never wanted to hear. Two choices we never wanted to make.
She’s my mom, she’s a wife, a sister, a mother in law, an aunt, a friend and a fighter. She’s fought this battle with everything. We all have fought this battle. And she’s tired. We all are tired.
Just as she has always been by our sides, we are by hers. As she fights the final battle. We love you so much mom. So many people love you. You are an inspiration and a gift.