About a week ago my mom got a call from her doctor. He said he was coming out to the house to talk to her so she called me up thinking, well it must be bad if he’s coming out here. I jumped in the shower and took off to her house 40 miles away because I knew she needed my support. I got there about 5 minutes before the doctor arrived. Her doctor told her that she had a cyst on her pancreas that her breast cancer was back even though she had a double mastectomy about 3 years ago and almost died and that she had developed bone cancer. I am still in shock with the news.
My mom is the coolest mom ever. She is the mom that all of my friends wanted and were jealous of. She is very loving, kind and has the biggest heart in the world. But also doesn’t take s*** from anyone. She is the backbone of our family. SHe is the kind of person that I would be lucky if I’m even half that good of a person or half as good of a mother. We were never afraid to tell her anything growing up. We always knew we could count on her and she has more love to give than she has ever been shown in return other than my Dad. My mom is the kind of person who would give her last dollar to a stranger if they needed it. She is the type of person that makes little gift bags around Christmas time and carries them in her car to give to kids that look like they need to be cheered up. Even though she didn’t really have the extra money to do so. She worked two jobs while I was growing up so we would be able to fit in and have what other kids had. I didn’t really understand how big of a deal that was until I had kids and had to get a job of my own.
She is on a fixed income because she had to quit working when she got sick the last time and both her and my parents are retired. She has diabetes and has to pay for insulin and now they are going to have all these other added cost for travel expenses and bills due to treatment she will have to endure.
Finding all of this out, not once did she feel sorry for herself. She says she’s not afraid to die, she’s worried about leaving my dad behind. If anybody deserves a helping hand in this world it would be my parents. EVeryone who has ever met them loves them and in this type of world there are not too many people that are truely so genuine and pure of heart.
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Family of Linda Welvaert Slettedahl