On October 3, 1993 my mother Dorothy, lost her painful battle with stomach cancer. This was her second cancer, four years earlier she had uterine cancer. She had surgery and radiation at that time which took care of that cancer. About six months before she was diagnosed with the stomach cancer she began to feel really bad and went to the doctor, they told her nothing was wrong, she kept getting worse so she went back to the doctor several weeks later and again they told her nothing was wrong. Finally a couple of months later at her instance something was making her really sick and in enormous pain they put her in the hospital and did test, this time the results came back that she had advanced stomach cancer. All the chemo treatments would cause her to need blood transfusions and made her even sicker, finally about two months later they told her there was nothing else they could do and gave her two weeks to live and put her on hospice care, this was on September 27th. I spent time over the following week at her house helping take care of her, she was always in enormous pain and was unable to keep down food or the morphine they gave her for pain. On the early morning of October 3rd we called her doctor to ask if we could get her morphine in a shot since she was unable to hold the liquid down, he said no to us giving her shots but he sent an ambulance to take her to the hospital so they could give the pain meds by shot. She peacefully died that afternoon about 5:00. I wrote this poem to help me come to terms with the emotions I had that week. I felt guilty that I ask God to take her home so she wouldn’t be in all that pain, but writing this poem helped me realize it was not wrong of me to ask that of God and it would have been selfish of me to want her to hang on to living when she was in so much non stop pain, she was begging us to help her and since she was unable to hold down the pain meds there was nothing we could do to help her but put her in the hospital so she could die peacefully. This poem is not beautiful or poetic but I publish it in hopes it will help others in similar circumstances. It’s Alright To Let Go I sit here with tears in my eyes, As I hear your painful cries, My heart wants to tell you, It's alright to let go. You are fighting oh so hard, As your pain grows ever so worse, The medicine that is supposed to Be your help, you just can't hold down. Your cries for help we do hear, And the doctor has been called, An ambulance is here at your door, Away to your destiny you now go. Now at your hospital bed I do see, The liquid drip which is much More precious than gold to me, For now you do peacefully sleep. God is whispering gently in your ear, "My child, it's all right to let go. I have a beautiful home just for you, With no pain , if you just let go." Your breath I can no longer see, But your beautiful face is all aglow. Angels have visited this room today, You finally stopped fighting and let go, That "Dear Mother" was many years ago, Today your presents I can still feel. As long as I still have a breath, I Know in my heart you will never let go. Copyright @ M. Doris Fuller Dedicated to my Mother! This is an account of the day my Mother died Of cancer on October 3, 1993. This was how that Terrible day was for me. May they one day Find a prevention while they are working On the treatments for this awful disease. Poser is LE-Dorothea by Syltermermaid. Dress is NightLily by Rae McFarlane. Sandals and wings from V4 Angel Set by Billy-t. Harp and halo from Serenity Angel Instruments by Darkworld Designs. Hair is Loreley by Valea. The heavenly background is from the Heavenly Places Backgrounds By my friend Pamela Delli Colli. You can buy these and other beautiful art From her site: http://www.pameladellicolli.com/store/