Four weeks ago, my truly amazing mum went into hospital knowing that the only way to slow the spread of the cancer was to have her arm amputated. All went incredibly well and two weeks ago she was one handed texting me requesting a chilled pinot grigio. Two days later she wasn't feeling well. And then last Sunday she passed. It wasn't the cancer, it wasn't her failing kidney, it was a complete side swipe.
My go to, my default phone call has always been my mum. Could be to celebrate, could be to moan, or it could be just to hear her voice and feel grounded.
Who do I call? Dad in bits, husband lost his mum only four months ago and bestie sister-in-law still raw.
