Marsha never gave up hope.
My in-laws came over for a Sunday dinner when I noticed something seemed off with my mother-in-law, Marsha. When she couldn't remember my son's name, I knew something was wrong. The next day, Monday, she went to the doctor and was scheduled for surgery on Friday for a large mass that was thought to be some sort of tumor. After surgery, it was confirmed that it was a Glioblastoma Multiforme brain tumor.
Even though we were all devastated, Marsha never gave up hope. We kept on acting like we always had, as if she did not have cancer. My husband and I found the strength to help her by watching her be so strong. I feel in my heart she always thought that she would get better, and never fully understood her diagnosis. She even took up riding her bike again for the physical therapy. There was never a complaint about treatment or medicines. She still tried to attend all of my children's sporting events. She was an avid line dancer and loved wrestling with her grandchildren. She fought the good fight. My father-in-law was her caregiver up until she had to go into hospice care. Please always be there for the patient as well as the caregivers. God Bless!