I lost my grandma to cancer on 23/12/2019 and my mum to cancer on the 11/07/2020. My grandma was 87 years old and lived what I would consider to be a long, happy and fulfilling life and she went peacefully. My grandma brought me up so it was still really difficult.
My mum and I didn't speak for a long time and she was contacting me for about a year and I didn't want to speak to her. When she contacted me to say she had cancer I just forgot everything that happened and helped and supported her as much as I could.
Mum had cancer of unknown primary and it was terminal even though I didn't tell her because she was so scared of dying. She was having palliative chemotherapy and was doing a little better. Then covid hit and she fought it and recovered from it but the cancer was just getting worse. She wouldn't go to a hospice but I convinced her to go for respite and she loved it she actually said she didn't want to come home she loved it that much. The staff were lovely they really went above and beyond. I visited her everyday and I brought her little ragdoll cat that I got her for Christmas with me on his little harness and lead. But she had a fall because she kept getting up out of bed and fell and broke her hip. she went to a local hospital for orthopaedic surgery as the consultant thought that it would help with pain management despite her only have a couple of weeks left to live. I just feel really disturbed by the last 2 days of her life.. on the Thursday night I went to see her and she was sat upright she was shaking and her eyes were rolled back in her head. I went back the morning after to see her and she was really pulling at her pyjama top and seemed really distressed and kept saying "help me" I did speak to the nurses who assured me all meds were given for agitation and pain. She died the next morning I wasn't there which in a way I'm a bit glad I wasn't just because I have a genuine fear of death/ seeing someone dead.. I don't know why but nonetheless I would have never made it to the hospital on time I had a call at 9.40 am to say she had cheyne stoke breathing but another call at 9:51am to say she was gone. I literally hadn't moved I was froze in the same place I was when I took the first call.
the issue I'm having is that I can't sleep properly at all anymore I've had all kinds of help with sleeping tablets etc but now I can't sleep without something to help me and I just don't want to rely on medication at all for anything. Please could some one tell me about their experiences with bereavement counselling also hypnotherapy to help with sleep? Any experiences good or bad please share xx
Stacey x