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October 12, 2009 was a day that I will never forget. My grandmother, who I fondly called “Mamie,” passed away after a long battle with breast cancer.

The time I spent with Mamie was definitely nowhere near what I would have liked, partly because up until 2007, we lived in other states while she lived in Pittsburgh. My father’s job always seemed to relocate us at not-so-convenient times. However the latest move, in 2007 – “home” to Pittsburgh, would soon become the most important move of our lives.

In April of 2009, my husband and I discovered we were going to have a baby. It was the most exciting time of our lives and Mamie was one of the first people we told. Our due-date was late November. Mamie had already been diagnosed with breast cancer at this time and was undergoing treatment for it along with some other medical issues.

When she was first diagnosed with breast cancer she made the decision not to undergo chemotherapy or have any surgeries. Instead, her doctor prescribed her Tykerb which she would take daily. Mamie never had a driver’s license or learned to drive so my mom took her prescription to the pharmacy to be filled. When she went to pick it up she was told the cost for a one-month supply would be $3,000. There was no way this would be a viable option every month. Her doctor contacted the pharmaceutical company and they agreed to help out and cover most of the medication cost for her. She would thankfully only need to pay $35 each month for this live-sustaining drug.

From 2006 through 2009, she had a few hospital stays for various medical reasons – but then in the summer of 2009 she started having more severe health problems, which were complicated further by the breast cancer. There were days when I would be afraid to answer my phone once I saw my mom’s name on the caller-ID. I dreaded hearing her say Mamie was in the hospital or that they had to call the ambulance for her.

Mamie was so worried about me going to visit her during any of the times she was in the hospital. She was more concerned with my pregnancy and the risks associated with being around sick people in the hospital. It was a very frustrating time. I relied heavily on daily updates from my mom as to how she was doing and how her treatments were going. My pregnancy was going great but unfortunately Mamie’s health was doing the exact opposite.

By August she had been back and forth so many times between her home and the hospital that the decision was made for her to go to a live-in facility. By this time she was having difficulty speaking but she made it through each day. My mom spent every day with her, from when she was in the hospital to the live-in facility. My mom is the reason Mamie made it through each day. She didn’t have time to worry about herself – she spent her days worried about me, her only child who was going to have a baby, and her own Mother.

Mamie’s health took a turn for the worst in September. The few times she was able to speak, she would ask to “go home”. She had always been rather skinny and looked frail, but now she looked like she could break if anyone spoke too loudly and their breath reached her. In her last days, her nurses told my mom that it would be safe for me to come visit her and spend some time with her.

The first visit to see her in the live-in facility felt like a dream. I tried to prepare myself with what to expect and remind myself to ignore the machines that would be in her room. As soon as I got in the room, all I could think about was Mamie. I wanted to take her pain away and make her healthy again. I was mad at the cancer for taking so much from Mamie and our whole family.

Once Mamie’s health started declining, it deteriorated quickly and my mom began difficult discussions with the doctors about what we should do. Mamie did not want to have machines keeping her alive, which was the way things were at this point. The decision was made to turn off the machines and let her finally “go home”.

October 12, 2009, my family and I gathered in her small hospital room; my mom, my dad, my husband, 3 of my aunts, and one of my uncles. The nurse came in and turned off Mamie’s ventilator. My heart hoped that she would start breathing on her own. My mind prayed that this was all a dream and that I would wake up in my comfy bed. I stood next to Mamie’s bedside, fighting back tears and holding her hand, as she took her last breaths. The days that followed were surreal but despite the pain we felt in our hearts, we had a baby to still prepare for.

On November 19th, 2009 Christopher Michael was born into this world. He was a feisty little baby from the start; just like his Great-Mamie. We knew from the moment he was born that Mamie passed away before he was born for a reason. Christopher was born with little birthmark on his left ear, as if Mamie had kissed him good-bye before sending him to us. She may have passed away but she is with us every day; in memory, in spirit, in Christopher.

Erika lives in Crafton, PA with her husband, Adam, and their almost 2-year-old son, Christopher. She works full-time in finance and loves spending time with her family, crafting, sewing, watching/playing sports and volunteering. You can reach her at: erika.airhart2011@gmail.com

A Sprinkle of FUN from the Author…

Martha’s Way or My Way…

Martha’s Way: When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking pan, use a bit of the dry cake mix instead and there won’t be any white mess on the outside of the cake.

My Way: Go to the bakery. They’ll even decorate it for you.