Thursday morning on this beautiful day of March 6, 2014. Thoughts of Jeannette fill my mind. I try to think of the all the good things that happened to her. Like giving birth to four beautiful children and living her life happy and carefree in Thousand Oaks before Breast Cancer took over and destroyed her life as she knew it.
Jeannette was beautiful and kind and everything good. She was welcoming, had such an exciting and amazing personality. She trusted. I think too much so. She trusted her doctors when they told her they had everything under control. The Chemo doc even said to her that when it was time to go that she would "float her out." Damn liar. The Radiation doc said three times per weak of radiation would not burn her skin. Liar! The pharmacy that she frequented stated that they would always have her pain medicine ready for her. Liar. The burn skin nurse that came to her home to help change the dressing said she would be gentle. Liar. The Mastectomy surgeon said that when he took off the bandages from her breast area that he would be gentle and it would not hurt. Liar. The collaborative hospice team of doctors that took her off of all meds and just Methadone. Fuck You, Liars. The Disneyland Cruise her husband insisted on her taking for the sake of making memories for her children turned out miserable. She was stuck in cabin in pain while he was out and about enjoying himself. Liar. The frequent trips Jeannette's father and his evil wife took to Thousand Oaks to supposedly help her were full of lies. He said, he would be there for her for anything. Liar. He was there for profit and everybody knows that and some person that does not believe that is in complete denial.
Jeannette was disrespected, lied to, taken advantage of and evilness all around her. Doctors, husband, father, step mother, some co-workers, hospitals and especially that damn doctor that said she would "float her out." She suffered the most excruciation pain that any human being could endure. My poor baby died with me by her side. I never left her hospice room. To this day, I just can't let go of all the injustice my baby went through. The evil people will someday have to answer for all that they did to her. All of them.
Can't wait for that day.
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