No! You Don’T Understand!: What It’S Like to Have Brain Cancer

By Bettye J. Wiley Hooks

This is a book about lessons learned by a sister from a younger brother suffering from lung cancer when she was diagnosed with brain cancer long after he had passed away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524588663

Bettye J. Wiley Hooks

Bettye was born on her family farm in Early County, Blakely, Georgia. She was delivered by her grandmother, Viola Hutchins Wiley, the local midwife. Bettye's mother, Alberta, passed away when Bettye was 2 1/2 years old, she was the youngest of 7 girls and two older Brothers Morris Wiley and Freddie Wiley. Her older sisters were Louise , Catherine, Leila, Marian, Evelyn and Jean. Bettye was raised by her grand parents William and Viola Wiley. Bettye's father remarried from this union Bettye gained to brother the late Kincy, Jr. and Benjamin, Upon completing High School, Bettye worked at the High as an teachers' Aide for one year. In June, 1967 Bettye relocated to Orange, NJ be near her older sisters and to complete her goal of graduating from college. She worked several more years New Jersey and Prudential Insurance Company before enrolling in college. Bettye attended and graduated from Essex County College. After receiving her degree from Essex County, she enrolled in Fairleigh Dickinson University, Teaneck, NJ. She graduated with her degree and teacher's Certification.Bettye received her Masters' degree from Marygrove College. Detroit. MI Bettye worked over 34 in the Education Field before retiring in October, 2011. Bettye is the co-founder of the Hillside Victory Community Garden, teaching Children and the Youth how to grow organic produce. The produce is donated to the Hillside FoodBank. I am very active in my Community and Church, Union Chapel AME, Newark, NJ which I have been a member for 49 years. Bettye is a member of Central Jersey Alumnae Chapter Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, inc. And New Jersey Retirees Education Association. Bettye was married to the late Joseph J. Hooks, to this Union two children were adopted, Ilasha Hooks Ames and Jayson. She has one son-in-law. Tyemba Ames, and 4 grand children Ilasha Joyce Middleton, Jeremiah J. Middleton, Trinity Marie Ames and Amira Hooks

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Copyright © 2017 by Bettye J. Wiley Hooks. 758182

ISBN:   Softcover   978-1-5245-8867-0

   Hardcover   978-1-5245-8868-7

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Rev. date: 03/21/2017

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Contents

Dedication

Introduction

Thanks

Chapter 1 I Think I Know Best

Chapter 2 Who’s Wearing The Shoes Now?

My Team0

Otakar R Hubschmann Md

Miguel A Conde Md

Eric B Geller Md

Raquel T Wagman Md

Dedication Ceremony

Linda’s Story

Kim And Bettye

Stigma

Honoring:

About The Author

Dedication

T HIS BOOK IS dedicated to my brother who inspired me to write this book so no other sister will put her brother, sister, mother, father or anyone thru what I put him thru during his illness. My Team of Doctors at St. Barnabas Hospital, the staff who always had a warm smile when I arrived for each doctor’s visit my fellow survivors my daughter, Ieishia Hooks Ames, who was there with me every step of my surgery, treatments and recovery. Every treatment 3 times a week she drove to each one until the doctor told me I could drive of course I didn’t tell anyone. I woke up and decided great I can drive so I am going to drive myself to the doctor today. I was so excited.

In Loving memory of my parents Kincy and Alberta C. Wiley

INTRODUCTION

N O, YOU DON’T Understand! The most poignant moment that I can recall when visualizing the experiences of my late wife’s battle with stage four breast cancer was the laser like eye contact and thumbs up communication that she shared with another cancer patient at the Sloan Kettering Memorial Hospital mere months before her death.

Sylvia, had by this time had been from 140 to 85 pounds and on her 5’7’ frame which produced an even more shocking consequence of the plague that is known as cancer. The event occurred when I happened to be transporting my wife by wheel chair from her hospital room to another part of the hospital for another for one of her seemingly endless tests. I saw in the distance the figure of another patient who was also being wheeled down the extremely long and strangely empty hospital corridor, it was just my wife and I and the other patient and his escort approaching one-another. When the two wheel chairs got closer, approximately thirty feet, I noticed that the other male patient who was being transported, was equally emaciated and gaunt.

At about arms distance from one another my wife looked the anonymous patient in the eye and raised her left arm, the only arm that was not attached to an inter-venous tube. Though behind her,