Time is running out

My mum was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer on 20 April 2016.  Since that day it has been so hard for her.  Rapidly she was unable to swallow food and had to have a stent inserted.  The pain this caused her has never improved.  The months have passed and a second stent inserted.  Now the symptoms that the stent is failing have returned and this time there will not be a third stent.  My mum tells me not to be upset, that she's tired and ready to go.  My mum has always been my best friend, always there, always supporting me.  I can't imagine her gone, I feel like a child, where do I turn to.  Knowing that others are going through the same situstion right now brings comfort.  Tomorrow I take my mum to the nursing home, she won't be returning to her little home.  It breaks my heart.  I am told she has weeks left.  I have been with her for 9 months on and off.  Somehow juggling my own family and full-time job.  I have been lucky getting time off to deal with each crisis but now the end is near I am breaking down inside while being positive for my mum.  I don't want her to see me upset, but I cry for her, myself my dad.  We have gone as far as we can with her, together, but soon she will go and my heart is breaking.  I love my mother with all my heart, I cannot imagine life without her.

  • I know exactly how your feeling my mum went in hospital on a Monday for a stent and she should of been home the following day but we had a phone call Monday night to tell us that they couldn't do the stent as the cancer had rapidly spread and she only had two weeks to live the shock and pain was unbearable she origionaly started with ovarian cancer,

    i never slept for days I went of work because I couldn't bare to be near people laughing and going about there lives (I still can't ) when she passed exactly two weeks later just like we were told that was it I felt so alone even though I had my dad and a partner it didn't help I knew I needed to be strong for my dad but when I got home I just broke down couldn't eat still don't properly and I'm still struggling to sleep she passed 23 days ago and it feels like yesterday, I keep being told I'll get through it and it will be ok but I don't feel like it will at the moment I wouldn't care if I got run over at least the pain would stop I keep listening a voicemail she left and looking at the last pic I took of her I'm being told I'm punishing myself and need to start socialising but I feel if I do (which I don't at the minute ) then to me it's as if I'm forgetting her I came on here for help it has a little to know other people feel the same as me but the knot and emptiness is just the same.