I lost my mum, my best friend back in October (on my birthday) she was diagnosed less than 3 weeks earlier. She was only 60 but had been ravaged by arthritis since her 30s and was very limited with mobility, our lives have been a constant of hospital appointments and operations, she had a low immune system and we’ve nearly lost her on more than one occasion, I thought I had seen as much pain and suffering as one person could take, so to see how she suffered in those last few weeks destroys me daily, I was with her day and night but to make matters worse despite being just in the next room the overnight caregiver didn’t come and get us until she had passed despite us telling her less than two hours earlier to come and get us if any change, another thing that haunts me, that she was on her own. I am back at work but cry all the time, they have been great but I know they are finding me hard work, right now I just can’t imagine the rest of my life without her, I miss her so so much, she went too quick too soon, I feel beyond broken
