Hi everyone,
I haven't been on here in some time since losing my Mum to SCLC at the start of the year. A lot has happened yet time feels like it has stopped, even though we're now in June!
Where I am at the moment - awaiting Mum's memorial headstone to be completed for the interment of her ashes at the cemetry (I have some ashes in some jewellery and a tribute at home too). We are looking to gather as a family next month for this. Mum's lovely home has also recently sold and we're going through the motions of the sale. The place is empty and I struggled so much with emptying it and returning there. I just hope the new owners take as much love and attention for the place as she did. It was such a lovely home she made for herself.
There have been so many hurdles since her passing. Mother's Day, her birthday, my birthday, the house - it's all quite overwhelming when I think of it altogether. But I'm getting through - somehow. I guess she is giving me the strength.
And that's what is worrying me. I haven't broken down as much as I though I would. Yes I have immensely sad days but I feel like I have been coping okay. Am I going to crash and crumble soon? I'm constantly worrying that I'm going to be hit by a tonne of bricks and it will be the most overwhelming feeling of grief I have ever felt. I feel guilty for coping, but I know my Mum would want be to cope - she told me to be strong when she had just days left.
I think a lot of how I am getting through each day now is the fact that I had experienced anticipatory grief. Mum was diagnosed in 2017, went through chemo, radiotherapy - all of it, and we knew deep down the prognosis wasn't good - but we never thought about that and never talked about 'the day'. Mum's health declined rapidly and she picked up pneumonia at Christmas. I was with her right up until her last breath. When I was in hospital watching her move into a comatose state, on the syring driver, I was in so much pain. All of the pain I thought would stay with me today. The pain is there but not as 'sharp' - and not a day goes by when I don't think about her.
The worst for me is night time when I go to bed. I often relive those last few days in the hospital with Mum. This is when I get upset. When I'm alone with my thoughts. The guilt. The anger. But as a new day comes around, I get up, get ready, go to work, go to my fitness classes and 'carry on'. I don't know what's right any more. I don't know what grief is and I don't know if my way of living since my best friend left is that best way to be living.
The thoughts overwhelm me and I do suffer from a generalised anxiety disorder so even more intense. Yet perhaps my medication is helping me to stay 'grounded'.
There's no real question here, I just needed to let it out somewhere safe.
Thank you x
Jodes