GodIsAll
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It has been a rough couple of years. Within this time, we have lost my mother and father-in-law to lung cancer and my brother to suicide.
My mother passed after a long, horrid battle with lung cancer a few months ago.
I avoided grieving for many weeks and instead absorbed myself in the settling of her estate. It finally hit me, along with some important realizations.
I sat with her in the hospital and the oncologist's office when we found out she was a terminal case. I helped her fight the disease according to her wishes.
While she was still feeling healthy, I had the opportunity both with time and finances to take her to the Rocky Mountains in NW Montana...a place she always wanted to see. God is good.
I have a career that allowed me to take many days off (with pay) to take her to her chemotherapy and radiation treatments. God is good.
I took her floating down an Ozark stream in a raft. Something she said she wished she could do one more time. It was tough, but we got it done. God is good.
When she entered the terminal stages, I moved in with her for a few weeks as she was alone. My family 30 miles away was very supportive. God is good.
I was again able to take a couple of weeks off at the end with the support and blessings of my employer. God is good.
I carried her to the bathroom. I cleaned her. I dripped morphine in to her mouth for days as she began to pass. God is good.
I had the opportunity to be there at her bedside, holding her hand and talking to her as she passed. God is good.
You see, in the end, we all move on. Allah gave me every opportunity and the energy to do all I could to make this painful transition as best I could for her. I have said good-bye with no regrets.
Thank you, God...You indeed are good and great.
My mother passed after a long, horrid battle with lung cancer a few months ago.
I avoided grieving for many weeks and instead absorbed myself in the settling of her estate. It finally hit me, along with some important realizations.
I sat with her in the hospital and the oncologist's office when we found out she was a terminal case. I helped her fight the disease according to her wishes.
While she was still feeling healthy, I had the opportunity both with time and finances to take her to the Rocky Mountains in NW Montana...a place she always wanted to see. God is good.
I have a career that allowed me to take many days off (with pay) to take her to her chemotherapy and radiation treatments. God is good.
I took her floating down an Ozark stream in a raft. Something she said she wished she could do one more time. It was tough, but we got it done. God is good.
When she entered the terminal stages, I moved in with her for a few weeks as she was alone. My family 30 miles away was very supportive. God is good.
I was again able to take a couple of weeks off at the end with the support and blessings of my employer. God is good.
I carried her to the bathroom. I cleaned her. I dripped morphine in to her mouth for days as she began to pass. God is good.
I had the opportunity to be there at her bedside, holding her hand and talking to her as she passed. God is good.
You see, in the end, we all move on. Allah gave me every opportunity and the energy to do all I could to make this painful transition as best I could for her. I have said good-bye with no regrets.
Thank you, God...You indeed are good and great.