Dont know where to Start.
I lost my Mum to Skin Cancer 2 Weeks ago.
She had a Melanoma removed from her Leg 3 Years ago. The Op itself came as a Surprise as she had never mentioned a thing until she was in Hospital.
She told us not to Worry as it wasn’t anything Cancerous.
As the Weeks and Months went on it became Clear that something wasn’t right. She was having regular Hospital Visits and Gradully Her Hair Started thinning and she just wasn’t the Same Mum. Every time I tried to Approach the Subject she refused to Talk about it. I eventually asked my Dad outright why was she on Medication ? Only to be It was Cancer but he didn’t know what the Meds were for as she wouldn’t allow Dad into the consultations. I wasn’t to tell anyone especially my Daughter who had recently announced that She was Pregnant and my Husband was Himself Waiting on an Op for a 2nd Cancer in just over a Year.
I did Confined in Close Friends who either thought I was over reacting or had the Opinion that I should respect Mum’s wish not to Talk about it but I knew in my Heart she was failing.
In February my Daughter Won her Dream Wedding after her and her Fiancé had raised a Massive amount for a Children’s Charity.
Normally Mum would want to know everything but she showed little Interest. It was then I found out a Recent Scan has shown a Gland Problem ( Mum’s Words ). I knew that was a “ Red Flag “ Her Lymphatic System was being attacked. Her already swollen legs ballooned so much she could barely Walk and her Skin was Breaking due to the Skin Stretching. She became more and more Confused but still Cancer was never talked about.
On the last Day of March whilst over Visiting she Collapsed at Home. I went up to Hospital with her by Ambulance and Dad followed by Car.
It was during an Initial Assessment in A&E I finally heard the word “ Cancer “ used. Scans that day showed no further Spread but as mum hadn’t eaten for over a Month Severe Dehydration was Diagnosed.
She was admitted to an Onocolgy Ward and put on Fluids etc but after a Week she was responding less and less.On April 9th we were delivered the News that She didn’t have Long, maybe even Days and apart from Morphine and a Couple of other Drugs everything else was being Stopped.
That was on the Monday, late Wednesday Afternoon Dad had nipped out with Relatives for a bit. Surrounded by Myself, my Daughter, Brother and a Family Friend we watched Mum take her Last Breath.
obviously we were Distraught, however we pulled together as a Family arranging Mum’s Funeral Service and Burial which took place last Friday. Somehow I managed to Put a Short Tribute Together to Read at the Service, I stumbled through the 1st Couple of Lines but I was determined to get through it and I did.
The Burial “ Broke Me “ the thought of my mum being Lowered into That Grave was too Much. Again I pulled myself Together and despite Daily Weeps to myself I have got a On with things for my Dad’s Sake.
Last Night the Flood Gates Opened and now I want my mum back, I feel Anger for not knowing officially how she was from Day 1 , Anger that Mother Nature Took Mum, I want to tell her things but forget she is not here for a Brief Moment, Hurt for my Dad, hurt that she isn’t getting to enjoy my Grandson’s Mile Stones.
I feel like I my Chest is Being Crushed, breaking out in Sweats and General Devastation.
I was due to Return to Work this Morning but Couldn’t despite being Optimistic about that we until yesterday.
I know it’s very early Days and Somethings will for ever trigger Tears.
Am I normal to be feeling the Pain this extremely after Initially getting on with Things reasonably well ?
Feel like I am now being over Dramatic and no one Understands this Pain. My Husband is trying so hard but if he or anyone else asks how I am feeling ? I think I could Scream....