My Mom and Me
http://www.ommas-aarden.net/my_mom_and_me.htmOn December 10, 1983, on my mom's 54th birthday, I showed up to take care of her in her final months of living with cancer. I was 24. I did the shopping, housework, I bathed her, fed her, gave her medication, changed her dressings, massaged her, let her yell at me one minute and laugh the next when the cancer entered her brain, and spent every minute I could with her. She was in insurmountable pain. With all the pills available, she just couldn't stand it. It was extremely hard to watch this feisty, independent thinking woman that used to stop me in my tracks just by putting her fingernails on my scalp, withering away at 75 lbs. I remember getting in a contest with her to see who could lose 20 lbs the fastest when we both weighed in at 165 lbs. - 7 years earlier !
She won... it was then we discovered the cancer. It was a most deadly strain. My best friend's mom had just died of the same strain that month. I didn't handle things very well the next few years. She went through the gamut of treatments, and they didn't work. She fought for about 7 years. So there she was on the last leg of this horrific fight, losing it with no hope. Sent home to die because the hospital could do no more. I was smoking cannabis for the stress I was under, and she thought that was fine. She knew it was therapeutic with the dosage I was consuming, and she relied on my competence morning, noon and night without regret or question.
There came a point, just before Christmas when the pain was too much to bear. She asked me if cannabis would help her. In my experience, I said, " Yes, definitely.". Many people do serious things for the wrong reason, this was not the case. We smoked... she got some much needed sleep and I cleaned the kitchen and prepared dinner. No crimes committed here. I was grateful she got some rest. When she awoke, a most awesome thing happened. SHE WAS HUNGRY ! I thanked God and Lord Jesus and cried. I made her some food, she ate it and smiled. She said, "Kathy, I had no idea. I wish I knew sooner how this helps." I told her " You know now, so whenever you need it mom, just tell me."
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One time I recall vividly, We had just smoked before I prepared dinner so she could rest before she ate. She had just received this beautiful music box that had one of her favorite classical music pieces, and she was playing it while she was resting, waiting for dinner. Her eyes were closed, her fists were under her back, (part of her spine had been fused.) and her legs were rocking side to side. Her look was peaceful. Her husband came into the kitchen to discuss her comfort. We must have been a bit too loud because all of a sudden her forehead got all crinkly and she said in a whisper... "SSShhhhhh.... I'm skating ! " We were disturbing her visualization of that peaceful place where cannabis helped her go.
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