My mother, Carol Criswell, loved sports, Bobby Knight, she was a great mother and cook. She and my father raised eight children. I know that many times my mother and father would go without to provide for us. She was a breast cancer survivor of twenty years. She was the strongest link in our family. I can remember my mother crying only once saying how she wish she didnt have to wear her prosthesis. She and my father never talked about my mother's illness. I guess that was just part of their generation (private). One night while sleeping, my mother was woken by a large amount of fluid that had escaped thru her incision in her stomach. Her cancer has spread. I cant imagine how frightened they were not knowing what was happening. The last time she was taken to the hospital i knew that she would not be coming home. My father never left her side. He slept by her side every night during her stay in the hospital and when at home. He only left her alone long enuff to get her food or meds. My mother layed on her back in bed with my dad right by her side for three years. Its been seven years since she has passed. I miss her so. There is an emptiness in our lives that can never be filled. She has gone home to be with the Lord.
Deedee Finneyindianapolis, IN