The world lost a good woman today. Her name was Gloria. She and her husband were members of my church. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cervical cancer last year around the time my dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Thankfully, my dad is well now. Sadly, or happily for her, Gloria went to be with the Lord. Her husband is sad, but relieved. Hospice had been called in and she was taken off all of her drugs and put on morphine two days ago. Went she was first diagnosed they opened her up and the cancer was so bad they just sewed her right back up. She was accepted into a radical study that was meant to combat her stage 4 death sentence. And I think most everyone knows when one gets stage 4 cervical cancer, the chances of living are slim. Her entire family is glad she is out of pain, but I'm sure the grief will set in soon. Her husband, Ron, was a saint during these last couple months. She no longer had control of her bowels, and he was always there to clean her up. She recently fell and he could not pick her up. He called my dad and my dad went over and picked her up and put her back in her bed. My parents spent a lot of time with them these past couple months. My dad will be doing the funeral. I'd like to be there, but my dad has asked me to watch my mom that day instead of going. I understand. The funeral will be in her home town, two hours away. The cemetery is an hour away from there, and with my mom in such deep throes of dementia, it isn't wise for her to make the trip. My dad will need all his focus on the family.
I didn't mention their last name out of respect for their privacy. But if you can remember, please say a prayer for Gloria's husband, Ron. He'll need the prayers. They also have a grown daughter who has the mentality of a 12 year old. The daughter recently got married to another mentally challenged young man, and with the help of the outside world, they maintain their own residence. But with her understanding so limited, I'm sure the loss of her mother will be especially hard.