LINDA J. SCHMID

Born on February 16, 1955.

 My mom was a very good person. She loved her family very much. I could say she loved us tooo much if that is possible. She always made sure we were happy before she was happy. My mom showed me so many things in life how to live how to love how to laugh and how to have fun. I miss her every day. I am sorry that she is gone, I am happy she is not in pain. I miss her every day. 
My mom was born in 1955 to a really uncaring, unloving mother. She was abused and abandoned and battered and still she survived. She grew up a terrble child hood that no child should ever have to go through and still she survived. Her parents beat her, her parents abused her, her parents did not love her. They tried to kill her several times. They left her alone with people who would hurt her sexually, and still my mom she survived. My mom left when she was 16 she, on her own. My mom married my dad, had my brother had me. 
My mom was so sad when I was little, she had a nervous breakdown because of all of the bad things that happened to her, still she survived, Every day my mom told me shw loved me, every day my mom tried to smile and make me laugh. My mom was my best friend. She was loving and caring and goofy, and I miss her very very much. My mom as she got older, as her children grew, she became sad again. and that made me sad. She knew we were getting older and she didnt want to let us go. 
When I was 17 I got pregnant with my oldest child. My mom, she hugged me, told me I wasnt the first to make a mistake, i wouldnt be the last, and that she loved me no matter what. My mom supported me no matter what. And the day my daughter was born, my mom was reborn a new person, Happier then I had ever seen her before in my life, my daughter gave her a new reason to be happy and a person to love. They would grow very close in bond and that was very hard for me to accept why i couldnt be as close to the two of them as they were to each other. 
Life moved on, and my daughter and my mom grew, I had a son who was her "blue eyed teddy bear". My mom was so happy her family was getting bigger. 
Then my mom found pain. She began to experirence constant pain in her legs, in her back in her arm. So after a couple of years she went to the doctors to see if she had lymes disease because of the pain. The test came back negative. But something was a little off in her urine. Protines....I pleaded with her to get rechecked, she didnt want to. So I called the doctor over and over until he returned my call, I reasearched all of the little symptons she had. I knew something more was wrong. 
The doctor confirmed my suspision she had multiple myeloma. She was again so sad, afraid to tell anyone, feared we would reject her.....We loved her more then anything in this world, and she was scared to tell us she was sick. She Finally did, and we all cried. 
5 years she would fight this disease to only loose in the end, She didn't want to give up hope, she thought god hated her was punishing her her whole life for something that she did, she was so mad, so angry so scared, and i itentionally started a fight with her one day so that she would let the anger go. She got up came at me and swung on me, and kept swinging on me untill she cried, and let it all out she was scared because she knew she was dying. That was May 2010. She took her treatments again, and then the cancer changed, it spread and became a different type of a cancer. Tumors took to her spine causing her more pain, she woudl have to stop treatment for one to fight the other. And all the while she told us how much she loved us. How she wasnt leaving yet. And then on October 6 2010, She could no longer walk., a tumor wraped around the base of her spine it paralyzed her. She could feel all the pain, but she couldnt move. all day she laid in her bed, not asking for help, my father found her in bed and called his children to help bring her down stairs. So we did, she never walked again. She never was the same. Two months would pass and she was still fighting, then the news came, the option to go on to hospice or to continue to fight. The choice was hers. Me prrgnant with my third child, she hugged my belly and cried, she knew she would never see this child. She kissed my tummy and told Little Estella-Lynn she loved her. and we all cried. She asked what she treatments she could do, me and my father told her that it was time to think about herself for once in her life, put herslef first. Take the hospice, try to live the time she had left as comfortable as she coudl and she finally agreed. This was December 18th 2010. 12/24/2010 her hospice began at home. Those days were agony and pain filled for her. She was a trooper. New Years eve we watched the ball drop she asked me if we could go to NY next year and watch it in person, if we could go to the shore in the summer, I suad yes we could. January 11th my mother passed away. She was the most loving wonderful intelligent person I kmew and I miss her every day. This was her story. She was my mom, she was my best friend, she was the most womderful person I will ever know, she taught me so much and I miss her. I love her more today then I did yesterday and she lives in my heart forever. I am half of her and she will always be a part of me. She made me who I am today and I thank her.
I Love you mom

Passed away on January 11, 2010.