That's the crisis of Tammy Brodowski Mott, mother and author of the new book, A Journey to Heaven, A Daughter’s Short Life Gives a Family Lessons in Love and Miracles, published by Carolinas Ecumenical Healing Ministries.

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We anxiously waited for the CT scan results. I could tell by the doctor’s face, as she came toward me, that something was wrong. She said, “Mrs. Mott THERE IS A MASS IN EMMY’S HEAD.” We need an MRI for more information. She kept talking, but all I could hear was her repeating THERE IS A MASS IN EMMY’S HEAD. She kept mentioning a team of physicians would review the MRI results as soon as it is completed. Part of the team would be Neurological Oncology. Wait a minute, I thought, Neurological Oncology. Do they think this mass is cancerous? How could this be? We came here to have an MRI rule out any serious issues. I asked the question I was afraid to ask, “Are you thinking this mass is cancerous?” “Yes, I am so sorry.” was her reply.

I returned to Emmy’s room to find her asleep. Mom was knitting. She asked, “Well, what did they have to say?” I replied, “It isn’t good Mom.” I informed her of everything that Dr. Jakacki had told us. Mom, Emmy’s life expectancy without treatment is only six to eight weeks.” Her jaw dropped in disbelief. “Mom, I just don’t know what to do.” Her face was an expression of confusion. Her first reaction was we must pursue treatment. I felt that she wanted us to do whatever necessary to have Emmy with us for as long as possible. She too fought back the tears. She was hurting, but wanted to be strong for Emmy and me.

As hard as it was, it was time to make some phone calls. I needed to notify family and people at work. I needed to call Dad and his wife Ellen. I needed to get all the paperwork started so I could be on family medical leave. I needed to get home so that Denny and I could make one of the hardest decisions we would ever have to make in our lives. I needed to be with Denny.
I also needed some alone time. I decided to take a shower. I couldn’t hold it back in anymore. It was so unbearable, so overwhelming. I sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for air as my limp body slumped against the shower wall. The tears kept coming and coming like waterfalls from a mountain of sorrows. “God haven’t we been through enough already? Why is this happening to my family?” I screamed out. “You gave her to us as a precious gift. She is just a little girl. She is only three-years-old. My God, my God, why, why, why is this happening?” My body was shaking. “How can I be strong for her? Am I making the right decision? Will I question my decision later? Will I regret the choices I have made? Lord, give me the strength and wisdom to make the right decision. The decision that is best for my family. What are we going to do now?”