I am currently with my mum who has had breast cancer in her and our life for 25 years. We lost my father and her husband when I was 16 and my mum got diagnosed with breast cancer when I turned 17. Being an only child and just us two has made it hard for us to realise until looking back how the big C affected and influenced our relationship from then on. 4 weeks ago my mum was uneasy on her feet and 2 weeks ago I found her at home not really with it and slurring her speech. Several back and forth and pushing for an urgent MRI scan I found very difficult and upsetting because what we found was that as I had feared my mum breast cancer had moved to the Brain and spine defined as Leptomeningeal disease whilst steriods and initial lumber punch sample extraction brought her back her health has deteriorated rapidly and with one final attempt to reduce pressure via lumber punch we found the cancer was making the body create even more fluid than was being extracted. I am now sitting here after being told my mum has only hours or short days left. We are into 30hrs now and suddenly her breathing has changed and the outcome has suddenly become so real that whilst the nurses say her breathing is normal and not to worry I just don't know when is the right time to say that final goodbye. The hardest thing is all the photos we have is us with my dad and the 3 of us and those memories feel just mine that I cannot expand upon or revisit with those who enjoyed it. Breaks my heart as those moments defined us and me.