![]() ![]() If only she had faith, she was told, she would be healed…. So, for her to be mesmerized by a television preacher was completely out of step for her. She went to church, but she was not someone who was avidly, evangelically minded, let’s just say. It is important to know something about my mom. The message was subtle, but consistently positive: If my mom had the right thoughts, healing was just around the corner. Night after night, she would tune into watching a very popular Pentecostal preacher, out of Houston, Texas, or another similar preacher. Yet after the surgery, when I would come by and visit her in the evening, in her skilled-nursing room, she would have the television on. ![]() After living a full, wonderful, and vibrant life, it was best simply to allow her to say goodbyes to those who mattered most to her. Radiation and chemotherapy would bring her more misery than healing. ![]() My dad and I opted for the surgery, which would give her as much time as possible, to be with family, before her ultimate death. ![]() In her eighties, my mother had only a few months to live, at best. My heart sank when her doctor told me, over the phone, that even with surgery, the cancer had a near 100% probability of return, and it would be fatal. My mother had been diagnosed with stage IV cancer, a deadly case of glioblastoma, or cancer of the brain. ![]()
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