PIKCKAP
New member
- Joined
- Jan 26, 2016
- Messages
- 3
- Reason
- Loved one DX
- Country
- US
- State
- Neveda
- City
- Reno
I used to believe nasopharyngeal carcinoma was the hardest thing I’d ever endured. And if truth be told, it was, up until September 18th 2015 when I flew from Reno NV to Sandy Creek NY to visit my sister Tia, (******) and her husband, Bill. She’d been misdiagnosed for several years and as her doctors dollied & dallied, the ALS that invaded her advanced. When I was on my knees, climbing out from under my own shadow, I clung to the one thing ALS has ripped away from Tia, Hope! That one thing, no matter what, no matter how dire the situation, we all have a few ‘God I Hope’ moments. Reading the ALS web site where it states ALS is always fatal was downright traumatic, and my belief is that statement desperately needs re-wording! Perhaps something like ‘So far, nobody has survived ALS’. Nothing except death is ALWAYS – Nothing! And the moment you exit your mother’s womb, you are scheduled to die. Cancer was like a pimple on my ass compared to what she must endure. I was not prepared to see her in this condition, nowhere near prepared. To see her confined to a wheelchair, unable to scratch an itch, move her feet, arms, turn her head, her speech steadily more difficult to understand. NPC S4-C was tough, real tough, but without a shred of doubt this is the hardest scenario I’ve ever endured – I’m a bystander affected only because this is my sister. And the care-giving extends to anyone needing care. This is part of being human.
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