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We were no longer a part of the Hebrew Israelites. They temporarily disrupted our lives and we were done with all of that. Eric had finally graduated from high school. He did not graduate with the honors that I wanted, but at least he made it out of there. He was so bored with it; he did not even walk across the stage. He asked his counselor to mail his diploma to him. We had not heard from any of the Hebrew Israelites at all for many months and we were very happy with that. I was driving home from work and my cell phone rang. I answered it. “Hey Sis, How are you doing?” “Don’t act like you don’t know me girl! This is Sister Mandy!” “What going on Sister Mandy? I have really missed you tremendously!” I really did miss her too. She was never a full member of that group of Hebrew Israelites and she was the one that warned me never to take them too seriously. “Girl I am just calling to check in with you to see how you and the family are doing? Gabriel sitting his crazy ass up in every Sabbath meeting talking about how you attacked him like a crazy woman and how you are a witch and you are teaching your family witchcraft. Gabriel and Nadia got evicted from their apartment and they have moved in with Fiyama now. They are supposed to be helping her with bills and taking care of her house while Kush is in prison. Instead of them helping her, they are tearing up the woman’s house! You know lazy ass Nadia got Fiyama cleaning up after her and Gabriel. Treating the girl like a slave! Oh yeah, the bookstore finally closed up too. Kush was the only one of the Jamaicans that was interested in keeping the bookstore going so when he went to prison that just fell apart.” I listened to the gossip that Mandy had to share, but I was really ... ... middle of paper ... ...cancer. I just did not believe her at all and I could not believe her. In other words I went into denial. Even though she was lying in a hospital bed, I still could not believe that she had stomach cancer. None of us said anything at all. The nurse came in the room to check Mama’s stats again and we left the room. We did not know what to do with ourselves at all. We went down to the cafeteria and we cried together. We tried to find ways to support each other but we could do nothing but cry. We knew it was something serious especially since Mama was in the hospital, but cancer had never crossed our minds at all. We thought it would be something that Mama could easily recover from. We sat down in the cafeteria and cried our eyes out. Then we cleaned up our faces and got ourselves together as best we could so that we could put on our strong faces in front of Mama.
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
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And what of the children in our family? Shawn, Kelsey, Sarah, Michael, Emily and Matthew, you should take comfort knowing that your grandmother is in heaven right now, looking down on us.
It was a true cancer horror story but she had stayed strong through everything and had a beautiful baby boy. After she gave birth, we went to see her and give her the check. We traveled to downtown Wilmington and visited with her new born baby, Gabe, and her husband. As we prepared to leave, we handed her the check from all of our fundraising for her. She took one look at the check in hand and bursted into tears.To her, the $1,000 check we handed her was so much more than a significant amount of money. It was a slight weight lifted off her shoulders, an emphasis on the fact that she was not in this alone, before nor
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
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In the year of 2004, my grandmother was diagnosed with Lung Cancer. My first thought was “My grandmother is going to die,” although, that was not the result I anticipated. It was merely a hasty thought that intersected my mind. Based on the information from the doctor, I wasn’t sure on the amount of time I would have left to share with my grandmother. During this time, I knew that I would have to cherish each moment to a greater magnitude. Oftentimes, daily events of life
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.
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I remember exactly when my dad called my sister and me in the living room to tell us the news. My dad’s face was a face I had never seen before, looked as pale as ice and chocked like if he had seen a ghost. I could see there was something wrong but nothing could have prepared me for that kind of news. The words came out and I thought at first it was a joke. I asked him the question and already knew the answer. My sister started crying and my dad fell in tears too. I couldn’t cry, just wouldn’t come out, I was too stunned by the horrible news.
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