Hi,
I have been reading posts for days now and see that people are in similar circumstances as myself. I wish those people my heartfelt sympathies.
I am not from UK I was finding it hard to find a group from Aus. I am sorry for the long post now...... not sure where I am heading.
I am 36 and have become part of a club I did not want to become part of an Adult orphan! I lost my Mum 2 weeks ago today to cancer. I am so confused and lost and do not want to live anymore. I know it is early days.... and people say that time heals all wounds. I never get over the first one before the next one hits and this one hit hard. It was my Mum...my best firend. My husband says that I should keep living for the sake of our 6yr old. However I see no good in this world.
I am actually fed up with the sayings she is in a better place now. You only get dealt what you can handle and you will get over it!
Seriously all I can think about is how much I have been robbed in this life... how much has been taken away. Future plans with Mum and everything.
I lost my Dad 5 days after my 13th Birthday whilst on holidays with him. My parents were divorced so that was something that I had been trying to deal with from an early age. Then that hit.
I got on with life and then met a guy (now husband) who lived in another state so in 2004 I moved away from everything I knew. My family, work, friends etc to start a new life.
Then in 08 we my husband's brother was killed whilst riding his motorbike on his way home when a p plater hit him with car. His son had just turned one and his fiance 3mths pregnant with their 2nd child.
09 lost my husbands Dad, 2010 his other brother, 2011 sister in laws Mum, 2012 My Nan, 2014 my soul kitty and Granddad, 2016 Uncle and now my Mum....my best friend.
I know that poeple say there is stages of grief all very well. However I really do feel as if I failed Mum, I tried so hard to save her and the Doctors did not give two hoots. they were killing her and they did not care!
Mum was diagnosed with cervical cancer Oct 2016 she was told they caught it early and was operated on in Dec...full hysterectomy and appendix taken out. Jan 2017 her PET scan came back all clear and they ask her if she would like to do chemo now or wait. She asked why do I need to if I am all clear? they said just in case. She refused as she is a very natural person she saw it as toxic and why put something in for just in case. March 2017 she started to fill up with fluid. They said stage 4 malignant ascites. Although she was drained sereval times she seemed to be going good.
Then it went to her lung. They told her she had a month to live and operated in May. Why would you operate if someone only had a month????
She came out of hospita Early june and the plan was for me to go to her for a week and then she come back to my housr for 3 weeks and then I go back to hers in the school holidays for 2 weeks. Her 3 weeks here she ended up in hopsital for most of it and in ICU for about 4 days. They held no hope for her. I kept thinking I have all faith that she will beat this. She kept saying I want to live and I want to see my Grandchildren grow.... then when the Doctors would come in giving her more meds and creating more problems. She would cry I do not want to die. We told her she was not going anywhere yet.
When we returned to her home in July she was tired and slept for most of one week and then I had to call an Ambulance as she said she could not breath. 15th of July she went in to hospital and was put on a drip for dehydration and her tummy drained again. They then said can we transfer you to pallative care for a few days to get your strength up and then you can go home with your daughter. She reluctantly agreed. So on the 19th she was transferred to the place my Nan passed away in 2012. It got her down. As I said I wanted her out asap. From in hospital sending me sms and having conversations with us and walking (hard as it was she still did walk) to being in pallative care and could not get out of bed, not eating or drinking, constipated and them pumping her full of morphine, I told them to stop! My Mum had changed dramatically in a couple of days. They said it was how it was and there was nothing more they could do. I fought to get her to her house. SO on Sat July 29th she came home. She could not remember me or have a conversation properly. To Sunday 30th not even talking to Mon 31st at 12.30am taking her last breath.
I am so angry she walked into hospital with 3 medications for her asthma (inhalers) still talking and sending sms etc to being wheeled out on a bed with a bag full of medication 3 of those morphine and not coherant.
It all happended so fast and I have lost my Mum. I have no will to even get up in the morning, Purpose has been taken away and the world has been so cruel.