My Mom passed away earlier this month. She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer about two and a half years ago, and had surgery at that time to remove part of her pancreas. She was back on her feet soon after the operation and fortunately was able to lead a full and busy life since. I was amazed at the number of people she had talked to and visited within the two weeks prior to her passing. All noted that she was upbeat and appeared strong. She had started feeling a little worse than usual on a weekend, and entered the hospital the following Wednesday afternoon on her doctor's recommendation due to a bit of dehydration. By 9:30 that evening she had died. Despite her condition, everyone including her doctor and the hospital nurses was shocked at her sudden demise. I'm thankful that her pain was short-lived, but so sad that I wasn't able to say good bye.
Our last conversation revolved around my previous post, a television appearance by her two grand kids. She loved seeing the pictures , was happy and excited for them and sounded fine when I spoke to her. She also had a chance to speak with my son that day. She was such a wonderful Mother and Grandma.