Hi everyone,
This Friday, 26th, will be 6 months from my mum passed away. I can honestly say I'm worse now that when she first passed. My mum was my best friend, she was the person I spoke to several times a day. I feel completely and utterly lost. I have no motivation or energy for anything. Mum had been diagnosed with lung cancer on my 21st birthday 9 years ago and then breast cancer on my 27th birthday. The cancer then spread to mum's right arm (which was an incredible artist, writer and painter, the massive tumour in her arm left her hemorrhaging on a daily basis). The day after I gave birth to my son, mum was moved into a hospice as the cancer had spread into her pelvis and her pelvis had broken. I was mum's carer (ontop of working full time) I was at every appointment with her, I held her hand, wiped the tears from her eyes, told her everything was going to be okay. It was the two of us, we went through everything together. Regardless of her being so afraid and in horrific pain (she had 5 drivers in her stomach at the end) she was still my best friend, the only person I wanted to be with. My mum died in a horrific way, she had terminal restlessness and it was terrifying to watch. She kept begging me to not let her die, begging me to give her water (which I wasn't allowed to or she'd choke) begging me to get her antibiotics as she didn't want to leave me or my newborn son. The worst about it, I wasn't even in the room when mum died. She was in the hospice for 12 weeks, from my son was 5 days old, I spent 10+ hours a day with her, to spend as much time the three of us. My fiancé was incredible and loved my mum like his own, he often sat with us. On the day mum died, my fiancé, 11 week old son and I had been with mum for 8 hours, we hadn't left the room. Her best friend came up and told me to go home for an hour to get food to get our son sorted. I got a phonecall 30 minutes after leaving. I wasn't there to hold my mum's hand.
I've been seeing a counselor from the hospice once a week, I'm very open about my feelings. I'm struggling. I'm only alive because of my son, or else I'd have given up. I'm getting horrible flashbacks from the last day of mum's life. Seeing the fear in her eyes. At night I'm having nightmares then waking up with my heart about to explode from my chest. I cry every day uncontrollably.
I'm starting back to work in 2 weeks from maternity leave and I am struggling. I feel as though I'm loosing my mind. It's all consuming. I love and miss my mum so much. I literally feel as though my heart and soul have died with her. I feel completely lost and alone. As I said, my fiancé is amazing and my son is coming up to 9 months. But I'm struggling. I can't even be in group settings or go out without feeling numb and thinking "what's the point".
The counselor sent a letter to my Dr to say how much I'm struggling, I got a half assed phonecall from her and nothing more. No appointment, no follow up. I've begged for help, rang cruse to get counselling, but nothing. I feel like I'm constantly hitting my head against a brick wall.
I am so down and it's honestly all consuming. I need my mum, but I need to be a mum for my son.