Late November my aunt found out she had terminal cancer. They said it was bowel cancer but by the time they found it, it had spread to her kidneys, liver, lungs and bones etc. She was just unwell and got sent to the hospital one minute, then the next we were told she only had 6 months to live.
It was horrible visiting her everyday and seeing her get worse and worse. As it had got so bad, the doctors said it looks like she would only survive a few weeks, but that she would make it for one last Christmas. Unfortuantley, this didn't happen. Her last wish was to die with her family not in hospital, so we brought her to my mums (her sister), were we all sat with her for 3 days before she passed. I was there holding her hand as she took her last breath, and everytime I even hear the word 'cancer' I can just see her how she was in the end, in so much pain and not my aunt that I had a few weeks previous.
To me it just happened too quick. I don't live in the same town as my family at the minute and bottle everything in. Her son (my cousin) doesn't like to talk about it, I think it's still too raw, as he was an only child and only had his mum.
It just doesn't seem like it's getting any easier nearly 8 months down the line. I'm 21, and when I found this forum I felt like it would be good to finally talk about how I was feeling.
