Cancer is a Bitch part two...

The same day my mother was undergoing her last operation for her cancer, my sister was in St. Louis also undergoing surgery. The next day she walked in to the waiting room and announced that she had cancer. Because her doctor had refused to take her seriously, had treated her as a whiney hypocondriac, he had not ran any test earlier for her stomach and constipation issues. When she scheduled a colonoscopy on her own the test showed lots of growths in the colon. Surgery showed stage 4 colon cancer that had metasticized into her lungs and lymph nodes. Life expectancy? 22mths. My sister was 44. We had a big blowout fight because she wanted to tell our mother that she was also dying of cancer. I did not want her to do so..the only thing we could do for mama at that point was to let her died beleiving that her girls..her family was going to be okay. My sister told her anyway. Something I still have trouble forgiving her for doing. She said it might give mama something to focus on other then dying, she was being *too* self involved...umm excuse me? dying woman...yeah, she has a right to some self involvement. She is getting reading to make a trip that nobody can tell her what it will consist of...
Back to my sister. She fought hard against her cancer. She did everything she always wanted to do. She went to New York City, she went on a cruise, she went to Arizona, She went to Colorado..She was a better person with cancer, then she had been without cancer. It was almost like now that people knew she really was sick, she could relax and stop trying to get people to believe her about her health, etc.
22 mths came and went and she held on. The cancer wasn't growing..the treatments were bying her time. Slowly she started loosing the battle at around 40 mths..little things at first..increased pain..increased confusion...increased fatigue... She had to sell her house and move to a smaller on floor apt and someone had to be with her all the time.
My sister wanted grandchildren desperately. She had only been able to have one child. JJ had problems concieving, so my sister paid for fertility treatments. The treatments took. JJ was expecting quads. On Friday July 22 my sister got to *see* her grandbabies..4 little girls on the ultra sound..that evening she fell out of bed and hit her head...the next day she died of a subdural hemotoma, but colon cancer is listed on her death certificate.
While we were sitting at her funeral in a town 100 miles away from our home, my dd texts me that she is leaving for the hospital cause she is in labor. We made a very quick drive home after the graveside service. The next day my granddaughter was born, and was given a second middle name..my mother and sisters middle name.