May 1, 2009, my mom was diagnosed with Glioblastoma Multiforme. On May 8th, she had her brain surgery and the tumor wasn't supposed to return for 3-4 months. In 3 weeks the tumor was back and bigger than when it was taken out. Mom went through all the radiation treatments and ultimatley was sent home on hospice. Mom's tumor was on the left side of her brain and robbed her of all communication capabilities.
After being sent home on hospice and told there was nothing else they could do for her, my mom decided that no doctors would determine her fate so she started traveling on the "big truck", which is to say she went over the road with her husband. Hospice hated this idea because they wanted her home to keep an eye on her. We didn't listen to hospice because we knew that if Mom could get out for a bit then it was best for her instead of sitting there wallowing in the worry.
They told Mom that she wouldn't be alive in a weeks time but Mom fought and lived 5 more months before the cancer took her..Mom was only 55 years young.
I say young because my Mom was a woman of many facets... she made wedding dresses, wedding cakes, built engines, fixed cars, did plumbing, drove dune buggies, played with grandbabies, raised her husband (haha), and so many other things that are too many to mention. You see, cancer doesn't care who it strikes, young, old, frail, youthful, healthy, male, female, doesn't matter. I have lost several loved ones to cancer but Mom is the only one with brain cancer.
I really could write a book about my mom and maybe one day will but for now just know that she was a fighter in every sense of the word and we were raised on the saying "Can't never could do anything".. so keep fighting for that cure because can will!