Well, in 1998 my Mom, Rena Lailani Hoyle, was diagnosed with cancer. I still do not know what type specifically it was because it was so rare they have no idea how to treat it. So, they took text book rules and treated it like Ovarian Cancer. She had upwards of 20 surgeries, ranging from cutting out the infected area and following it up with chemo to removing her bladder completely and reconstructing it from intestinal tissue. She had had all the radiation a persons body can phiscally take, the last round gave her radiation burns on her lower abdomin that made the skin raw and unable to heal, they fixed it with skin graffs. My Mom went through close to every Chemotherapy drug on the market, including experimental drugs. In the end, thank God for health insurance, because the finally tally was in the 5 millions
medical costs. She fought that awful disease for 10 damn years. She was/is/and will always be the strongest person ever in my life. She touched so many peoples lives. She always went to the church and was always ready to help anyone in need. Our front door was always open. Some of my best friends told her she was a better Mom to them then even their own mothers. In the short 16 years that I knew her I never heard an unkind word leave her lips. October 31, 2008; in the early hours of the morning my Dad got a phone call from the hospital saying his wife, my beloved mother had gone on, to a better place, just one week after my parents 26th anniversary. My whole family has been crushed, I was out playing freaking paintball when my Dad needed me most. That night I came home and found out, I wanted to kill someone. I was pissed at my Mom, for leaving us, my Dad for not stopping it, God for giving us this burden and the whole damn world for going on its coarse oblivious to the life changing event that I was going through. But, yet, I found comfort in the fact that she was no longer suffering, for the last month she had been in unbearable pain and no amount of drugs could keep her consious and pain-free. So it was for the better, but and the same time, she won't be there to tie my Tie at Prom, watch me get that diploma or walk down the isle and kiss the bride. The anger and hate is gone, but the pain is still there knawing and it will leave a huge scar. I write this as a way to cope. If you are reading this now, call your mother, and tell her you love her, young guys ,go find her and give her a hug. Below are some pictures of my mom, so you guys can see the most amazing person to have ever touched the lives of those around her, one with my Dad, and one of me when I was like 3. I'm serious, tell your mom you love her, cause when the casket is in the ground, it won't matter that she grounded you or you had that fight, you will know that she loved you and you loved her. That's all that matters once the fat lady sings. Goodnight guys, I have a math test tomorrow, and if my Mom were here now she'd say, "Get off that paintball website and go study! You can't play paintball working at Burgerking."