Slippery Slope

I will never forget certain dates of the year.

4 February 2012 - the day my mom was first admitted into hospital - G and I had gone to a braai all the way passed Tygervalley. G got a phone call and very gently told me my mom had phoned and asked if we could take her to hospital.

I tried very hard not to cry in front of my friends, but I knew in my heart of hearts that this was serious. It took us 40 minutes to get to her and she was very calm and dignified, not wanting a fuss made.
A side affect of the cancer was odema - water retension in overdrive which made her legs swell up like sausages and her tummy to balloon like she was pregnant, the water was building up in her chest and making it difficult to breath.

The previous week I had gone with her to have chemo and meet some of the doctor's looking after her, one of these doctor came and saw her in emergency and decided it was best to admit her into a general ward and keep an eye on her and measure her breathing.

The following day they drained 4 litres of water out of her body,  a few days later it was back again, this carried on, at the same time my mom was eating less and less. She had never ending diahorrea and was constantly trying to find something to eat that wouldn't irriatate her tummy.

It was crazy to see my vibrant mother fading so fast in front of my eyes. I didn't want to believe it, it is such a massive thing to admit. I could see it though, I knew she was dying.