My mum has terminal lung cancer, and the doctors have recently given her only months left to live. The only certainty is that it's only going to get worse and I don't know how I'm going to cope.
I'm not religious so this is the end.
I am feeling so much that it's overwhelming that words don't do my tears justice.
At 21 I'm just starting to get my life together. I'm finishing my 2nd year at university and doing well. Me and my partner have just bought our first house together (with the addition of pets) and I have no idea what I'm doing most of the time. It's all new. But I know that my mum is not going to be there to help out soon. She's going to miss my eventual graduation, wedding, my children- their accomplishments and me qualifying as an Architect. She's going to miss everything. It seems like a selfish thing to be upset about but I need my mum there. Women are scarce in my family- it's mostly men- who am I going to look to for a rolemodel? I have my grandparents but they're old now, my mum should be there when they can't be.
I'm one of the youngest of my immediate family, my brothers are much older in their 30's- but it feels like the weight of keeping my family afloat during this time comes down to my shoulders. My bothers are still in denial and don't speak about their feelings so I'm the one who comforts my dad, grandparents etc the most. I commuted from Liverpool most day's in the week when I could from university to be close to home. It's taken a hit to my uni work but my family is more important.
The thought of saying goodbye to my mum is unbarable at the moment- I immediately burst into tears just thinking about carrying her coffin down the church isle. My dad, oh my dad. Married 25 years this year, if my mum lasts that long. I'm genuinely scared he's going to kill himself to be with her when she dies so I'm moving out my new house and back home when she does- all whilst continuing my 3rd year at uni (hopefully long distance) because that's the easiest route to take surprisingly....
It just all feels overwhelming and I'm not ready.
I'm not ready to see my mum in pain, frail and bones.
I'm not ready to continue to watch her die.
Seeing her everyday is a catch 22 situation. It's so hard to see her like this but I got to spend as much time as I can with her. Even if I don't particularly enjoy the experience all the time (which brings guilt).
I love you mum, I'm scared I'm going to forget your voice.
- Georgia