just over a year ago, I noticed my mum wasn't quite right. I had suspected for a a couple of years she had Parkinson's but no one took me seriously. I work for private doctors and 2 years ago I had her hear lungs and liver scanned for any sign of disease. When she started to do down hill last Year, I was so convinced it was Parkinson's I made it my mission to have her diagnosed, I was right she did, took 3 months of pushing to get an appointment, and then mum started to complain of constipation, kept telling her it was the Parkinson's. And then honestly to stop her moaning, I took her to sort a colonoscopy. Long story short, she had rectal cancer and it had spread to her liver and lymph nodes, my guilt overwhelms me. Now one year later with chemo and antibody treatment it's in the lungs  too and is terminal, I am on antidepressants, I am about to lose my job, because I can't concentrate and she has a year left, now because of the Parkinson's she is becoming a child: it's been advanced by the chemo, I feel I lose a little of mum every day, and it's all my fault