I lost my lovely mum to breast cancer 5 weeks ago. She didn't see a doctor and didn't tell me she was sick, so i didn't find out until she got so poorly i called her an ambulance. I'd hoped it was an infection but it was metastatic breast cancer. She passed away in the hospital 5 days later. She was 70. It was such a shock and I'm sad that i couldn't get her home as she hated hospitals.
she passed at 7am, during the night before the nurse told me i could switch the light off if I wanted, but I didn't want to miss the moment she passed (I didn't know what that would be like) and I wanted to see her face. Now I can't stop thinking that I made her final hours uncomfortable under the bright hospital lights and I'm heartbroken.