the_disappearing_librarian

Now that Christmas is come and gone, and things with Justin have settled down, I have the time to reflect on the first Christmas without my mother. Since my mother was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer in 2012, she reminded us of all she had taught us. Pat Davis was a fighter. She was always searching, with her doctors, for the best course of treatment for her. We watched as our mother lost so much weight that she had to sign a DNR because compressions would crack her ribs, we watched as she had to have fluid removed from her abdomen on a regular basis, we watched as she had to have surgery because her intestines became blocked and then had to have surgery for multiple hernias. Through it all she lived her life like she always had. That included selling her house in Wyoming, packing up their belongings and moving cross country back to TN. She cooked, baked, sewed for craft fairs she was planning on going to, and began to teach my 9 year old niece how to sew herself. She ...

DISCLAIMER:  While the majority of the posts on my blog the past two years have been for grad school assignments, I felt the need to post today.  These are my thoughts and feelings, as I typed them randomly this morning.  I am in no way trying to offend anyone, quite the opposite really, I am trying to heal as best I can.  AS most of you know, my mother has been fighting cancer for two years.  The ups and downs, my own insecurities, and my worry and love for both of my sisters is what led me to write the following.  Please remember that I LOVE my family with all my heart and this in no way is trying to assign blame, call anyone out, or start a war.  It is just my own personal raw feelings, and I am sure that my sister's have their own raw feelings as well. June 2012.   The month and year that my, up-until-now fairly safe, life changed.   That was when my mother, Patricia Jane Bell Davis, was diagnosed with one of the worst types of ca...