100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself #48.

My mother had two factors to contend with as bone cancer consumed her from the inside out: The disease itself and her waning spirit.

We did what we could for her fading spirit and frequent mood swings. We talked about old times for the first few weeks but watching movies or television was difficult as she was in too much pain to focus. She received a video message from her favorite actor (more on that in the future) but again, her focus waxed and waned. Her nurses were amazing (I saw an actual doctor visit with her once in two months) but years of addiction to prescription medication meant she was virtually impervious to the amount of Dilaudid she could initially access from her pain pump.

Don’t get me wrong, she sounded close to dying the first day we walked into her hospital room (after being told she was very close to her end) but Mom perked up considerably for weeks after her family reentered her life. You could say my entire family had something to do with that and while we did, there was another element.

#48: Gold Peak Iced Tea.

Yes, I’m going to have to switch into “shameless promotion mode” right now, but for a good reason. Water didn’t keep Mom going. She enjoyed tea but it didn’t do diddly for her. Her food consumption was mostly minimal – except for that one time we walked in on her scarfing down a chick burger – but bonce cancer coupled with flesh-eating disease will do that to you. There was one item that acted like a miracle elixir, and I’m not kidding here, actually kept her strength up.

You guessed it, Gold Peak iced tea.

I can’t recall the exact moment but there came a time when we realized Mom wasn’t eating anymore and the few sips of water and tea she had been taking in had ceased as well. That left iced tea as the only form of “sustenance” going into her body other than an IV drip and blasts of painkillers that she was controlling with the click of a pump.

“Jesus, the Gold Peak is the only thing keeping her alive! Screw medical science, I’m getting Mom a Gold Peak drip!” – Me.

And so it went for the last few weeks of her life. Her medical team was mystified. The staff at the hospital’s Tim Hortons was pleased with the sales bump. And we were blown away every day. Her sugar high inevitably faded and her story came to an end on an otherwise beautiful day in June (Mom loved the sunshine so it was fitting) but for a few months a seemingly-simple concoction helped her defy the known boundaries of medical science.

I’m not suggesting Gold Peak products will keep you alive should you develop a fatal illness but iced tea certainly contributed to Mom’s power boost. It’s the greatest thing you can imagine, well, that I can imagine at least, on a blistering summer’s day.

It’s cool, refreshing, and it’ll keep you sober. Is it genuinely worthy of inclusion here? It’s my list on my blog… so Hell’s yeah!

See you in the lobby, kids…

About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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18 Responses to 100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself #48.

  1. Jennie says:

    A nice tribute to your mom, and an affirmation to follow your heart and common sense. Thanks, Hook.

  2. I’m on board. What was good for your mom is good for everyone. Beautiful tribute, Hook. Now let’s have some Gold Peak ice tea.

  3. Doug in Oakland says:

    Briana’s mom was recently hospitalized for a bad infection, and when Briana and her cousin got there she said her mom looked “the color of death” and they were very worried she wasn’t going to make it, even after the emergency surgery had been largely successful.
    But throughout the day she had six visitors, family and old friends, some of whom came from long distances (Briana came from 110 miles) away to be with her, and Briana said that with each visitor, her mom’s color improved, so much so that the nurses were joking about it, saying “can you arrange to have them all come back tomorrow? If so we can probably discharge her and she can walk home.”
    She’s better now, but still needs medical attention, so she is staying at a local SNF for the time being.
    Never tried Gold Peak ice tea, but as my family is all from Oklahoma, we all drank sweet iced tea in the summer, and I learned at a young age how to brew up a gallon jar of regular Lipton tea and put it in the ‘fridge for later whenever I drank the last of what was already in there. We kept the instant stuff around also, but it just isn’t as good as tea brewed from a bag.

  4. I love this story! May everyone find their Gold Peak Iced Tea as their final days approach. How fabulous that you found something that perked her up.

  5. StillWaters says:

    Beautiful, Hook. My mom’s was music. She had Alzheimer’s and was in a nursing home. I’d take her out to the garden, slap the Walkman headphones on her, put in a classical cd and let her enjoy. She would hear the first strains of Bach’s “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring” and say “Yes”. Wonderful moments. I hope I never forget them.

  6. Glad something made a difference 😉 my son reckons enough morphine will suppress any amount of pain, but I hear of people who still die in pain despite its availability so I don’t know if he’s right..

  7. Julie says:

    How terribly sad. I’m sorry.

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