February 28, 2012: Got up early and began my daily routine. Running around the house making my coffee, ironing my clothes, etc. I bumped into my coffee table and a picture fell out of a frame. I picked it up and it just so happened to be a picture of Jeannette sitting down on her bed and smiling with that cute smile that only she possessed. It was as if she was saying to me, "Hey Ma, watch your step." I slowed down a bit and decided to actually sit down and drink my coffee. I did as I looked at the picture and admired her beautiful full head of hair that she had before the chemo and radiation fried it and it fell out. Then I looked at her pretty face with beautiful thick eyebrows of which the chemo and radiation managed to get rid of. Finally, I looked at her big brown eyes with such long eye lashes that the chemo and radiation burned off. I hate chemo and radiation with all my might. I hate cancer. I wish I could turn cancer into something that could hear. I would yell at it and rebuke it for taking away my daughter. I would stomp on it and I would get a big tool with big sharp knives on it and stick it over and over on cancer. Yelling and crying and saying all that I have inside me to make it understand of what he did to my daughter's life and to her loved ones.
I know chemotherapy and radiation are what most Oncologist doctors order for breast cancer. But the rate and the dosage make a big difference in a person's body. I know, I witnessed Jeannette's body. The therapy she received was, in my strong opinion, unjust and was given at an unbelievable rate. She believed in her doctors. She was at their mercy. I wonder if they sleep good at night knowing what they did. After two years I still believe in my heart that it was done for monetary reasons. Jeannette was told she would live up to three years.. She was diagnosed in May, 2008 and died September 3, 2009. LIARS!!!!
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