Such a hard thing to talk about. My mom was first diagnosed with small cell lung cancer about eight months ago. Went through radiation and chemo. Everything seemed to be going well. The mass was shrinking. She had some rough days dealing with the side effects. But I guess we had expected that. Finally got all the treatment done. Had hoped it was beat. Went back for some follow ups about a month later. The cancer had came back. Original mass was still almost gone but a new had appeared near her breast and another between her liver and stomach. I will remember that day forever. Seeing mom's tear run down her eye but she did not break down. Grabbing her hand to try to comfort her. She is such a strong woman. She a already made her mind up that she was not going to go for any more treatment. The Dr said it would only prolong the inevitable. She didn't want to deal with the effects of the chemo again if it would only prolong. So after that day I decided to start staying with her through the week. Still working but spending the nights and weekends. I would stay at my house some nights and i feel guilty about that. She still had good energy. We had a good Christmas. After the first though it seemed to have gone down hill pretty quickly. Is now bed ridden I guess you could say. She still gets up sometimes and wants to walk around. Which can not be done without assistance. Getting harder just to get her to the toilet and back. With the meds and her body shutting down she seems out of it most of the time. Its so hard to she her like this. She is such an energetic woman who was always doing something. We have a good family. My aunt has stayed with me a lot to help. Which I thank the Lord for. I could not handle this by myself I don't think. So now it's just spending time with her. Watching over her. Trying to do the best we can till the Lord calls her home. I remember when we first got the news and I told her I wanted to come stay with her. I told her I was just worried about what the doctor said. My mom told me then that we have to be strong for each other. I respect her so much for that. She still worries about my brother and I despite going through all this. Just wanted to tell a little bit of our story. I have been reading a lot on this site and many others of other people and their stories. It sucks. Cancer sucks. But I'm just trying to stay positive and do the best I can. To be strong for my mom.