My Nan passed away on 31st January 2020, from metastatic breast cancer. It was in her liver and bones. It was the liver that failed her and caused a rapid 48 hour decline. My Nan had breast cancer in 2014 and beat it, and I very naively believed it had gone away for good. On 10th January my Nan went to A&E after being in excrutiating pain with a reoccuring bladder infection, this is when we found out the cancer had returned and she died three weeks later.
Almost 7 months later, I feel that my grief is getting worse. My Nan was such an integral part of my family. I am in agonising pain that I have lost her and I feel so shocked by it all still. I write this with a real awareness that many people my age (30) or younger, have lost their parents, but to me my Nan was my second parent. I grew up with an amazing Mum and Nan (no Dad), so it is such a big loss to mine and my family's life. I can't help but think, why my Nan? Why? Why did it have to be her? Why did it have to come back? Why was it so vicious? Why did she only get three weeks instead of months? It feels beyond unfair and sometimes I just want to scream as loud as I can to wake me up from this hellish nightmare.
My Nan was terrified to die. So many things still haunt me. Myself and my family were with her right until the very end, and I'll never forget the fear in her eyes. Unfortunately, she did not have a peaceful death and I'm not sure if I will ever come to terms with that. This might sound silly, but I find it difficult having my bedside lamp on at night because it makes me think of those agonising few days watching my Nan deteriorate. I just cannot believe this has happened to her and that we have lost her.
I was fortunate to have a real close bond with my Nan, she was the best. I saw her regularly and was always in frequent contact with her. We would text often and chat on the phone. I can't tell you how desperate I am to pick up the phone and hear her voice. I would give anything just to speak to my Nan, I miss her so much.
My boyfriends Nan had a fall today, she is thankfully fine but before we went food shopping tonight he called her from his car. Suddenly seeing the name 'Nan' flash up really caught me off guard. Listening to his conversation with her made me sob. He was talking about her fall and asking if she was okay. I had such an overwhelming feeling of sadness, because I will never ever be able to call my Nan up again and ask if she is okay. And that's another thing I struggle with, I want to know she is okay. She was so terrified of dying, where is she now? I absolutlely hate that her life came to an end. I feel so guilty hers has ended and I keep on living. I know she would never want me to feel this way but I can't help it. She gave everything to everyone, she was so generous and kind, nothing was ever too much trouble for my Nan. At 74, so young at heart and independant I really feel she has been robbed of many deserving years.
I turned 30 recently and it was so strange to not have my Nan by my side, and I know how much she would want to be there. It made me think of when my Mum turns 60 in five years time, I wonder how we will all feel then, it will have been so long since we have seen my Nan. But I feel like we all had her in our lives so long that we will never be able to adjust fully to life without her.
Coping with loss is so very hard, and cancer takes away precious time with so many of our loved ones. It's heartbreaking and so unfair. I just don't know how I'll ever come to terms with losing my precious Nan.