Yesterday I came back to The Netherlands after spending 2 weeks in Indonesia. It was a family visit with the same reason as that one in July 2013. This time it is my mother who is severely ill.
My mother and I July last year when she visited me in The Netherlands.
Mid February I received bad news that her condition had worsened. Her cancer became metastatic, it had spread from her stomach to her lungs. I felt hopeless when I heard that. Hopeless because I could not immediately be with her. On 26 March I flew to Jakarta, alone. Husband and daughter followed a week later on Good Friday.
The first week of my stay in Jakarta, my mother was admitted to the hospital. My sisters and I took care of her. We have been reliving the very same situation exactly just like it was with our late sister, Nana. We know which stage would come and how we would react. That is why I chose to share this now, not in Spring last year when it came out my mother had it. It felt so raw then and still does now actually.
Another reason I kept it private because I shared more than enough stories of my late sister’s battle against breast cancer. I decided not to bug my readers with a chain of similar posts about my mother’s illness. And honestly I would rather keep it private.
However here I am, still suffering from jet lag and yet I am writing this and share it here, on my online journal. This moment is part of my life as well as it influences me as a person. I believe in life there are good and bad moments. These past two weeks were good ones for me. I was there for my mother and my sisters. I met my family and I took care of my mother. I held countless deep conversations about family values with my sisters. We talked about our roots and what bound us. It felt good to be able to share the care tasks despite the short stay.
All my family and I can do is pray for her. If you want to take her in your prayer, I would be more than grateful. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.
Those to whom I have promised to meet in person when I would be in Jakarta, my sincere apology for not being able to do that. My days were filled with care tasks. I only saw family members and friends who brought my mother a visit in the hospital and at home.