I was 14 when my mum was first diagnosed with breast cancer, she was a fighter. She had surgery to remove the tumour which worked but unfortunately the cancer had already spread. My mum was determined to beat her terrible illness from the moment she got the news. Fast forward two years to 2016 and by this point the cancer had spread to her spine, the lining of her skull and her liver, which ultimately caused her death. My mum went through several surgeries and procedures and always came out on top but in July 2016 the doctors told us her liver had deteriorated so severely there was nothing left they could do for her. 5 weeks later on the 22nd August at 11am, my beautiful mum took her last breath and became an angle. Ok her final morning she was surrounded by everyone who loved her.
Watchimh my mum physically take her last breath and struggle breath still plays in my mind, it haunts me and things are getting so hard to cope with. I'm 16 now and I feel like I'm missing a part of me. My mum was and still is my best friend, it just hurts so much that she'll never be here to watch me start a family, go to university or get married. Each night I cry because I just want to give her a hug good night but I know I'll never see her again.
