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Nov 24, 2017 09:38PM
Nov 24, 2017 09:39PM
Not Very Brave, I sympathize with you. I had a complicated relationship with my mom, too. This is my third Thanksgiving since breast cancer.
In 2015 I was in the midst of chemo during Thanksgiving week. My daughter-the-chef offered to help me with the dinner, then promptly bailed on me without warning. Seems her boyfriend's family were playing board games and they needed her...
In 2016 my mother was scheduled to fly to Atlanta to join us for dinner. The night before her flight she took sick and ended up in the hospital. Once again, my daughter offered to come help cook and then bailed on me. Not only that, but she and her brother showed up one hour and two hours late, respectively, then got upset because we had already eaten. I was furiously packing my bag and left soon after she arrived to drive 8 hours to the Gulf Coast to take care of my sick mother.
This year, DH and I decided to skip the cooking altogether and go to a restaurant. We invited the kids to join us--both ended up blowing us off with stupid excuses. Thankfully, my sister and her family joined us and we ended up spending 3 days together at a resort and had a FABULOUS time. And the best part was not having to spend two days in the kitchen cooking up a turkey day smorgasbord for ungrateful adult children!
In the past three years, I have had breast cancer, my DH had prostate cancer, my mother developed end-stage kidney failure AND stage 4 kidney cancer. DHs mother died in 2016 and my mother died this past June. Indeed, life is too short to put up with nonsense.
Oncotype 23. Positive for PALB2 & Chek2 gene mutations. My breasts are trying to kill me!
7/20/2015, DCIS/IDC, Right, 1cm, Stage IA, Grade 3, 0/2 nodes, ER+/PR-, HER2-
9/2/2015 Lumpectomy: Right
10/19/2015 Cytoxan (cyclophosphamide), Taxotere (docetaxel)
2/3/2016 Prophylactic mastectomy: Left, Right