I lost my mum

my mum passed in the early hours of 31st of december. My mum had been diagnosed with breast cancer just before Christmas 2021 and she began treatment after the new year. With an operation followed by chemotherapy. 

Mum never let herself rest. We all had to watch as she was determined to keep life the same as normal but we could all see that she was struggling. For as long as i can remember, sh had always had this long thick plait, the day she lost the last remaining piece of her hair, i just remember her sobbing. The woman that i had never seen cry was broken. Something not even domestic violence could do to her. The surgery made her feel like she had lost her femininity and the loss of her hair made her feel like she had lost the last piece of herself that she had. 

The weeks following up to her passing, she didnt have the energy to do anything but sleep. But she would fall asleep at the kitchen table because she didnt want to be in bed, she could bare to think that she might never get out of it. I admit that in my desperation to get her to go to the doctors or the hospital, i was cruel to her. In my family we had a saying ‘if your not going to do anything about it then shut up about it’. I forced her every night to climb the stairs up to her bedroom and go to bed. 

She developed pneumonia after she had covid (how she got it is a story for another time as there is court proceedings happening right now so alot of details on my mums story i cant get into yet).  She was persuaded that first time to go ti the hospital because her oxygen levels were so low. She was there for days on high pressure oxygen. When her oxygen levels finally stayed up, she came straight home, even though it was against the doctors wishes as my mum was terrified of the hospital. Her fear was that people died in hospitals and people go in and never come out. The pneumonia never went away, she had it for weeks and was on all different kinda of antibiotics to try and get rid of it along with all her other medications. The nurse would come to the house to take bloods and do vitals and everytime, she was told that she needed to go into hospital but she refused.

In the last 2 weeks she didnt eat, no matter how much i begged. She barely drank anything. Not even her trademark cup of tea. 

She lost consciousness at home as several people begged her to go to hospital. She didnt want to die but she was so afraid and so incredibly tired. Even though the paramedics got her heart restarted, she never regained consciousness. I was there as she took her last breaths in a+e begging for the doctors and nurses to do something. Anything. But nothing could be done. 

My mum was gone. She couldnt be strong anymore. 

It feels as if she gonna walk through the front door and tell me to put the kettle on. I think I’ve compartmentalised it and am also just pretending that shes just gone away for a while and will be back soon. I even say goodnight to her bedroom door as i always have and i can almost hear her voice saying i love you too. I pretend everything is normal and barely ever cry but sometimes when i try to remember her and her love, i just cant stop sobbing. Ill cry myself to sleep, like i did in those first few weeks and then wake up and go back to pretending and trying not to think or feel. 

Its been 3 months and the birthday is the 19th of march, the same day as mothers day. I am dreading it. Ive tried so hard to keep it together. But i just feel like im falling apart and i dont know how to put myself back together again. I dont know if this even is actually grief because i have been told by a family member just after her passing that im a stone cold *** that doesnt have any fealings and i guess im just looking for some help and maybe a little bit of validation so i dont keep feeling like im loosing my mind and hating myself for not feeling as much as i should.

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  • I am so sorry to hear about the passing of your mum, and all the hurt you are feeling right now. I lost my mum right before Mother's Day, so I understand how it feels to be surrounded by other people celebrating their relationships with their mothers. Trust me when I say that it will get easier, it was 28 years ago that I lost my mum from Ovarian cancer, I still think about her often...and I admit it feels strange that I'm older than she ever was, but however hard it feels fir you now, it will get better. I was angry for quite some time because of certain things that had happened in her care (or lack of care), and also our GP had sent her away for months saying she was just constipated (at first he insisted she must be pregnant), so the cancer had spread to her colon by the time something was finally done, but then I realised that the anger wouldn't bring her back and it wouldn't benefit me, so I tried to focus only on the good times...and it helped a lot. I would still tell her things and imagine her laughing, she always laughed a lot. 

    I know you're hurting now, but know that there are people here sending you positive vibes and support, and are wishing you well. And you will feel better as time passes, and one day you'll realise that although you still miss her, that you can think about her and feel strong and happy for all the time you spent together. I'm 50 now, and I've had some really difficult times in my life, but I always think about how strong and brave my mum was, as she really was and it sounds as if your mum was brave and strong too, so let that guide you and give you strength too, as she probably wouldn't want you to be sad and suffering because of her, after all, she was your mum and she loved you and wanted you to be happy.

    As for people thinking you're cold, I had the same problem. I had to take care of everything so I just got on with organising and getting up each day as it was all I could do to keep it together. People avoided me as they didn't know what to say, my family stuck together and shut me out. I was my mum's carer, I gave up my job so I could look after her, and even when she was really ill and I had to see it, she made me tell everyone else that she was doing well as she didn't want them to worry. So when she passed they blamed me and resented the time I spent with her, so I shut myself off from everyone and just did my best. Then two years later, I broke down at work...I had no idea why, but I felt broken and couldn't function properly. I saw a practice nurse at the surgery as my GP thought it was hormonal and sent me to see her. She said she thought it was grief, and that I'd actually been in the denial stage for a very long time, so everyone acts differently. My dad painted the bathroom the day after my mum passed and at the time I thought he was heartless and uncaring, now I know that it was the only way he could cope with it. Do what you need to do to look after yourself, but try not to shut yourself away from others like I did. Sometimes it's easier to talk to strangers, so maybe go to a bereavement cafe if you have such meetings near you, or even phone a helpline or just chat on here. 

    Sorry for the long reply, but having been there I do understand how you feel. And having also been through situations where my mum was treated quite badly (I will say that the hospice nurses were fantastic though, I wouldn't have coped without them), and I felt angry about it. Try not to let it rule your life, as anger and resentment don't help anyone. Just look after yourself in whatever way you can, even it means curling up under a blanket with a hot chocolate and a good book, just take care of your own health, physical and mental and don't let other people tell you how you should or shouldn't feel as only you know how you really feel.

    Anyway, try and stay strong...it will get better in time.

    Cherry xx

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  • I am so sorry to hear about the passing of your mum, and all the hurt you are feeling right now. I lost my mum right before Mother's Day, so I understand how it feels to be surrounded by other people celebrating their relationships with their mothers. Trust me when I say that it will get easier, it was 28 years ago that I lost my mum from Ovarian cancer, I still think about her often...and I admit it feels strange that I'm older than she ever was, but however hard it feels fir you now, it will get better. I was angry for quite some time because of certain things that had happened in her care (or lack of care), and also our GP had sent her away for months saying she was just constipated (at first he insisted she must be pregnant), so the cancer had spread to her colon by the time something was finally done, but then I realised that the anger wouldn't bring her back and it wouldn't benefit me, so I tried to focus only on the good times...and it helped a lot. I would still tell her things and imagine her laughing, she always laughed a lot. 

    I know you're hurting now, but know that there are people here sending you positive vibes and support, and are wishing you well. And you will feel better as time passes, and one day you'll realise that although you still miss her, that you can think about her and feel strong and happy for all the time you spent together. I'm 50 now, and I've had some really difficult times in my life, but I always think about how strong and brave my mum was, as she really was and it sounds as if your mum was brave and strong too, so let that guide you and give you strength too, as she probably wouldn't want you to be sad and suffering because of her, after all, she was your mum and she loved you and wanted you to be happy.

    As for people thinking you're cold, I had the same problem. I had to take care of everything so I just got on with organising and getting up each day as it was all I could do to keep it together. People avoided me as they didn't know what to say, my family stuck together and shut me out. I was my mum's carer, I gave up my job so I could look after her, and even when she was really ill and I had to see it, she made me tell everyone else that she was doing well as she didn't want them to worry. So when she passed they blamed me and resented the time I spent with her, so I shut myself off from everyone and just did my best. Then two years later, I broke down at work...I had no idea why, but I felt broken and couldn't function properly. I saw a practice nurse at the surgery as my GP thought it was hormonal and sent me to see her. She said she thought it was grief, and that I'd actually been in the denial stage for a very long time, so everyone acts differently. My dad painted the bathroom the day after my mum passed and at the time I thought he was heartless and uncaring, now I know that it was the only way he could cope with it. Do what you need to do to look after yourself, but try not to shut yourself away from others like I did. Sometimes it's easier to talk to strangers, so maybe go to a bereavement cafe if you have such meetings near you, or even phone a helpline or just chat on here. 

    Sorry for the long reply, but having been there I do understand how you feel. And having also been through situations where my mum was treated quite badly (I will say that the hospice nurses were fantastic though, I wouldn't have coped without them), and I felt angry about it. Try not to let it rule your life, as anger and resentment don't help anyone. Just look after yourself in whatever way you can, even it means curling up under a blanket with a hot chocolate and a good book, just take care of your own health, physical and mental and don't let other people tell you how you should or shouldn't feel as only you know how you really feel.

    Anyway, try and stay strong...it will get better in time.

    Cherry xx

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