My Mum died on August 20th. We knew she was going to die but not the date. I went home to look after her - to the best of my ability - with the support of our medical professionals for fifteen months. It started with a block of chemo that would last from June till October but because Mum had already had cancer (ovarian) when she was just thirty-six and the treatment that went along with that, this new treatment for her new (oesophageal) cancer knocked the stuffing out of her. Four months of treatment became a year, and after we got through all this, we learned there was nothing more that the medical team could offer her. That was a rough day — one of so very many.
We took Mum back and forth to the hospital for each treatment, she dreaded going but rallied round when she met the other patients who were - no doubt - as frightened as she. Mum was always good at rising to an occasion. We talked her through the highs of the initial steroids, the ‘low’ week after the steroids wore off and the final week where she rallied round in her three-week cycle. We threw everything at trying to help her through her treatment and make her life as good as it could be during this time, but the outcome is the same.
There were even times during her treatment that we had additional traumatic things to contend with. Mum was flown to hospital in an air-ambulance and then not put in a ward that was suitable for her needs as a chemotherapy patient. There were a catalogue of things she/we had to deal with that no patient going through cancer treatment should have to worry about.
Mum understood she was going to die but still spoke of the future. That was hard. Sometimes I didn’t know if she fully understood and other times I knew she was well aware. When you have spent your life talking about the future, it is hard to stop.
I am not angry; I find this all very hard to believe. I don’t know how to make sense of it.
I know how much my Mum’s first cancer affected her. It never left her. For her to be diagnosed again after 36 years free was devastating. I am so very sad. I don’t know if I even know how to begin grieving. If any of you have any advice or insight, let me know. Thank you.