Sunday, April 23, 2006, my aunt passed away from cancer. She was a heavy smoker and found she had lung cancer 4 years ago when they removed one lung. Since then it's been a terrible and horrific chain of events as the cancer spread in spite of every kind of treatment you can think of. Once it got to her brain about 2 months ago she stopped all treatment. The doctor's could do nothing more for her. So on Sunday, she left this life to go onto her next.
I'm sad, frustrated and hurt all at one time. Her and my uncle lived with me while I was young (3-5 years old). Then they were our neighbors for many years. They didn't have a child at the time, so I was their kid too. Their only son is now 35 years old.
I hope that I haven't offended anyone with his post, that is not my intent. But, (you knew that but, was coming) watching and being in a persons life that is dying, slowly from something that could have been prevented is a frustrating thing. Every time I seen her over the past 4 years more and more of her was gone. Her life was in one room, a good day was walking to the bathroom by herself. She unfortunately isn't the only family member that I have watched slowly go.
My uncle and one of her sisters for the most part were her caretakers 100% of the time. They both smoke.
For 20 years I have lived with an inhaler within reach of me, 24 hours a day. I would love to go a day without having times where I struggle to breath. I would love to never have to use medicines to get through the day. And yet, people like my aunt and uncle daily, decide to take their breath away.
Choices, it's about choices.