I'm not sure where to start. Just over three years ago, my lovely mum got diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. She had her lymphnodes removed, the tumour removed, and intense chemotherapy and radiation for around 9 months. We got the "all clear" news over 2 years ago, and I felt so relieved. While she has probably been worrying constantly ever since (she is also a nurse), I, naively, took this "all clear" news as "this will never happen again".
Two months ago I moved with my husband to Berlin (I am 25 years old), and just one month in, I received the dreaded phone call. When she had her first diagnosis, I was living away at dance school in Leeds, and nothing can ever prepare you for that news over the phone, when you live so far away. This time, I am even further away, and stuck here with work commitments.
Mum and dad came over to visit one week after she started taking her tablet form chemotherapy, and I was so happy to see her in good spirits, active and seemingly well. I am notorious for being emotional and to think of the worst before the best, but honestly seeing her really reassured me. But this weekend, it has just hit me. I did what nobody should ever do, and spent hours reading about her prognosis. I can't believe that just 15% of stage four breast cancer patients make it past 5 years. I just can't fathom it. My mum turns 60 this year, and I can't bear the thought of her life like a ticking time clock. I can't imagine how she feels. She is being so strong and positive, but I know that she is so scared. We are both lucky that my dad is there with her all the time and is incredibly supportive and attentive, but I am here in Berlin wishing I could do more.
It breaks my heart to think that she may not be on this earth with us for much longer. And it scares me as to how quick she may deteriorate. I am hoping for a miracle, but I am too realistic for that. My mum would be the most amazing grandmother, and I'm scared that cancer will take her before I have brought them into this earth. This part really, really breaks my heart.
I don't know why I am posting here, I'm not necessarily asking a question, I just needed to write this. Because at the moment, none of it makes much sense to me, and I am really struggling.
Is there anybody who has been through this and can talk with me?
I want to be there for my mum.