You know I like to blog about things I get up to being a farmer’s wife and mother, the good, the bad and the ugly! Today I’m writing as a daughter and it’s the ugly.
A heartbroken, scared yet very appreciative daughter. Today I am up at the oncology unit in Letterkenny Hospital holding my mum’s hand as she gets chemotherapy for what feels like the 300th time.
Mammy got diagnosed with the big C or bad one as she calls it, but to everyone else we know it as cancer. She got diagnosed following a routine check up at the beginning of last summer.
Her diagnosis broke our family’s hearts, we never imagined we’d be told Mammy was sick, but it came and like a warrior that she is, she took it on the chin, strapped on her fighting gloves and has been fighting since. As a family we appreciate everything a lot more, we appreciate family events more and make sure we take photos more often, precious memories. Thankfully mammy is doing really well, although she does feel the effects for a day or two after chemo she is keeping good.
Today was my turn to escort her to hospital and it’s my first time here with her as I was pregnant and just had Darcy, nurses advised not to come with her.
It’s an eye opener up here in the oncology ward. There is so many people sitting waiting to go in to get treatment and the nurses are flat-out. Young and old, there is no age preference, or gender preference! Cancer is everywhere and nearly everyone has somebody effected by the awful disease. It’s not nice to see anybody hooked up to a drip hoping and praying they will get better.
Is it the water? The air? Food we eat? Smoke? Drink? What is it that so many people are effected by this and why is there not a cure? I know there is thousands, even millions spent trying to find a cure but please God hurry up. It’s so scary, so many different types affect so many people with new types forming every day.
As my mum said today to me the staff here at the hospital are angels without wings, they are so helpful and upbeat at all times. They support her with her struggle, hold her hand when she’s upset and laugh with her when she’s in the mood, which is most of the time as she’s great fun. It’s crazy hectic up here, but I can only imagine what it must be like having to travel and get treatment. Unfortunately many people from Donegal have to travel at least 3/4 hours to get their treatment in Dublin or Galway. The exhaustion must be unreal. As if the diagnosis isn’t awful enough, shame on our government. There should be more centres for cancer treatment and support.
Every appointment is different, mum could be here for 3 hours or 8 hours on treatment day. It’s like a conveyor belt system, people lined up side by side. The spirit is good though, everyone chats to each other and shares their personal story. It’s like a therapy session while you wait.
We are all so thankful mammy receives treatment, but wouldn’t be just nice not to need it. I hope and pray one day cancer will be no more but for now I’ll just pray for mum and everyone else effected to find strength to keep going, keep fighting and keep your faith.
Jade the farmer’s wife
For information or support you can contact