Some of you may recall that my mum had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Well it went very quickly to say the least – 17 days from diagnosis to death. I feel lucky in a way though – she wanted to die at home and given half my family are medics we could manage that for her.
Without that I don’t think we could have coped at the end because whilst St Like’s were brilliant the district nursing team were utter shit.
But **** me it was a horrible couple of weeks. Cancer really is a ****.
That said I have had a lesson in dying with dignity. Not once did she ask ‘why me’ – she was more worried about those she was leaving behind and she kept her humour right until the end to keep our spirits up.
In fact a few hours before slipping into unconsciousness she demanded a champagne party in her room so we duly obliged. On the first sip she declared it champagne to die for!
Thanks to all who gave me advice on how to two babybgoode. He’s handled it ok but misses her like rest of us and the words of wisdom imparted by you for folk really did help handle the situation.
Still a bit at loss trying to make sense of it all hence a slightly incoherent babble to a bunch of strangers. Kind of helps to write about it a bit so feel free to ignore me!
To anyone dealing with this horrible disease you have my thoughts.