“My legs wouldn’t lift over. I was screaming in pain.” Gary “wrapped me in a towel and picked me up but the pain was excruciating … I just looked at him and I knew this was only going to get worse.”
No one wants to lose their autonomy and dignity in their 30s, but it happened to Meredith. Her body is weaker. Fluids are building up in her system. She is dealing with diarrhea, a form of facial paralysis and is losing skin pigmentation.
“It hurts. My stomach, the spasms, everything in my body,” she wrote. “But seeing Niomi run around with her cousins is the biggest joy.”
The painkillers make Meredith sleepy when all she wants is to be “awake for Niomi doing arts projects and finding laughter with her.”
Meredith has been trying to prepare Gary for his new job as a single dad. She has been reminding him that he has to sign her up for camp and book gymnastics. There is a sense of trust and peace in her posts.
“I have a husband who loves me more than anything in this world with Niomi,” she recently wrote.
Meredith and Gary recently decided it was time to tell Niomi the truth, so they took their little princes to a private room.
“It was the hardest most painful conversation that Gary and I will ever have to endure,” she wrote Oct. 10. “Our hearts were and are broken.”
On her Facebook page, friends and family have been saying goodbye.
She protested: The “fat lady isn’t singing yet people!”
One of Meredith’s last wishes is for scientists to find the cure for breast cancer, so that Niomi doesn’t have to suffer like she has.
In 2009, when she was healthier, Meredith and Gary walked the Susan G. Komen Race for The Cure with Niomi wearing a little pastel pink T-shirt that said “Find A Cure Before I Grow Boobs! Support Breast Cancer Awareness.”
Niomi will not be able to participate in this year’s event.
We should not allow our views on a women’s right to choose to hurt our resolve. Niomi needs us, so let’s stop politicizing the issue and focus on finding the cure.
The author, Andrea Torres, is a breast cancer survivor.