Hi, just a year or so ago, my daughter, Cristy, wrote my breast cancer story. I’m nearly 5 years free and so happy. Cristy was with me every step of the way, along with her brothers and my husband. Cristy lives 5-6 hours from me, but every three weeks, she would be here holding the vomit bag, making sure I had the right medications, and playing food bingo, as she called it. They all got me through the times I just didn’t want to. I was ill 18 days out of 21 days. I’m so thankful I have these people around. I could not imagine my life without them. I adore them.
Today, I feel so much pain for my beautiful daughter and best friend, Cristy, who now has uterine cancer. She is 38-years-old. Sixteen years ago, there was an error in a very minor surgery, which has left her with severe chronic nerve pain every day. The medications she has to take are not cheap. She works full time, so she can contribute to paying the mortgage. She has spent months in a pain management centre. To no avail, she has had 3 spinal surgeries to implant nerve stimulation devices. None have worked, and the surgery to remove the devices is extremely painful.
Her weight dropped to 42 kg, and she was then diagnosed with a rare thing called Hashimoto’s. Her heart rate was too high, lungs enlarged, and she was very, very sick. But finally my beautiful, happy, funny, loving daughter was back.
She and her husband thought it was time for a baby, but Cristy cannot carry a baby due to the holes in her backbone. Pregnancy would be very dangerous, so they got approval for surrogates. They found the perfect beautiful couple who would love to carry their precious eggs.
Cristy is one of the kindest, most generous, loving people I’ve met. I don’t just say that because she is my daughter, but I’m glad she is. She will always help anyone with whatever they need, be it time, a hug, or financial help–even though she has a mortgage. She gave an elderly man a packet of tissues, as he seemed very distressed. She bought Easter eggs for a homeless man, and he cried, as he had never had one. She adores her older brothers and their children. She constantly helps my husband and I financially. She stands up for anyone who is getting picked on. It really does not matter to her. To help or support someone who is down or hurting, she will do whatever it takes to help.
God or someone, please tell me WHY does this amazing, beautiful girl have to get cancer? This Wednesday, she has to have a full hysterectomy. There are so many nasty, evil, bad people. Why her?
She reminds me of what I said to her when she asked, “Mum, why did you have to get breast cancer?” My answer was, “Why not?” She will get through this. Those who love her will see to that. But being a mum, I’m upset and mad as hell. Her beautiful face hides a world of pain. I love you, Cristy. I’ll be with you till the end.
New South Wales, Australia
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.