I lost my nan just three months ago today due to lung cancer. She became terminal, very very quickly. I only see one image of her, and it's of how I saw her last. Lifeless, empty, not how I remember her. I can't get to grips with the fact that we'll never be able to talk again, on the phone, by text. Not a word. Never see her again. She was ill for about a year, but she deteriorated very quickly. One minute she was fine, the cancer had shrunk, we were told months.. next thing we know it was days, and I was told me and my family were going to go down to her in London (I'm in cambridge) to spend her last days with her, to then being told shed already passed about an hour later. So so quickly It all happened. She wasmy put in to a hostel the day before which she should have. Did not get the care she needed. She had falls. It was the hardest thing to ever deal with. It still is to this day. I want to know that she's ok. I can't get this image out of my head. But I want to remember the good memories I had with her. I wish I'd been with her, seen her, spoke to her before she left us but it was too late. I have good days, but I do get my bad days. Speaking to someone else that is going through the same thing as me, or similar would be reassuring in a way.