My beautiful Mum passed away yesterday afternoon, at the Hospice. We were all so shocked on 4th December when the Drs told Mum that she had a Glioblastoma Multiform. The evil thing was shaped like a butterfly across the front left side of her brain. They did a biopsy, but she was never fully mobile again after that or able to say as much. So no chemo or radiotherapy was able to be offered.
 

it was like a freight train, our beautiful, kind and caring mum who has always been our rock, the one who always cared for everyone, she was 13 years younger than our dad, and kept him going strong despite his many health issues. 
 

they had retired to Ireland 8 years ago, and when this hit us, Dad couldn't be left on his own, so my husband and I moved him over to our home in the UK. I knew somehow that I had to get Mum home too, despite the hospital saying no, once she had been moved to the hospice, I asked again and to my surprise they told me they felt they had made her stable enough to travel. So within a few days I organised the referral, for a GP here to take her on, and booked a private ambulance. 
 

Before we left, I asked the ambulance crew to stop by the ocean so that Mum could see it one more time. Then we made our 11 hour journey across the sea to home. We arrived at the hospice on the 1st of February, they took such amazing care of her, and I went to see her every day, sometimes twice a day. Sometimes staying over night with her. I took my 4yr old daughter as often as I could as well, even our little rescue pug who she always loved. 
 

I watched my amazingly strong mum fight and fight against it. It took her voice, it took her independence, but right up until the very end she still battled to open her eyes and look at me one last time, I got all of my siblings and my dad together and we sat with her right to the end. 
 

She had been very agitated from Tuesday night, and the team had tried a combination of meds to calm that down for her, eventually at about 4:15pm they were able to give her something that really eased it away and she was breathing calmly with her eyes closed. We were all just chatting away around her about what we might do in future plans together as a family, and I suddenly noticed she was quiet. She had quietly passed away as we chatted. 
 

Now I feel as if someone has cut out the centre of my body and I am hollow. I've lost my best friend in the World, but I also didn't want her to suffer anymore. She was an amazing, strong, kind and beautiful woman she raised me to always talk about my feelings, and I was always so close to her we would speak/message every single day, and so here I am. 
 

writing on this forum, I'm not sure what I am hoping for but I am also here if anyone else is going through this and wants a chat. 
 

so much love and respect to everyone who has had to experience this evil disease. 
 

xxx