I lost my dad when I was 8 years old to stomach cancer, it was very hard I cried alot but I always had my mum. I always knew that as long as mum was here everything would be okay. Me and my mum were very close, since my brother went to university, it was just me and mum, we did everything together. I had a very hard time at school and didn't  have many friends but it was okay because mum was there, mum always knew what to do and what to say. She was my everything.  I'm 16 now and I loved my life i was going to a new school for sixth form, I had good friends,  my GCSE'S were going well and I worked really hard to do well in them and me and mum had been planning our summer. It's a long summer  because of exams and when ever I would get stressed about exams mum would tell me about how great summer was going to be. Then one morning,  the morning of my maths gcse paper my auntie Julie woke me up saying that mum had just gone to hospital because she had severe back pain. I should context this by saying that ever since my dad passed I would get horrible dreams of something happening to mum, so I got to school but then before my exam I had a panic attack about what if something was seriously wrong with mum. After I calmed down and sat my exam, I went to the hospital to see mum and she told me they think she just has a trapped nerve, or severe sciatica. So we went home the next day but I sat down with mum and asked what was the worse thing this could be? ( my mum was an advanced nurse practitioner in oncology,  so she knew alot about medical stuff) , mum said the worse thing it could be was a very slow nerve deteriation desease like multiple sclerosis,  so I relaxed, because was always right and I trusted mum. So she got told not to drive for a while and mum told me she would have a small operation to release tension on a trapped nerve. So that weekend I went on a sleepover only to be woken up by my friends mum at 3am to say that my aunts were coming to pick me up because mum had been rushed to hospital.  Mum was in resuscitation because mum had a brain tumour and it had bled. A glioblastoma. Incurable. Your mum is not going to get better. Turns out mum knew she had a brain tumour but didn't know how bad it was or that it was a glioblastoma and that surgery to relieve pressure from a trapped nerve was actually a surgery to try to remove the tumor. May 24th mum went in to resuscitation,  July 2nd mum died in hospice. In 3 months,  my mum, my favourite person, my life, my way of living , my everything is gone. What am I meant to do, I'm 16 and I have to sit here alone in my bed and just carry on with my life. Keep living,  no parents, and all this adult responsibility at i think the worst time in my life. When my dad passed away my mum was my light at the end of the tunnel, but now she's gone what do I have.