My mum terminal

I lost my dad to cancer, 5 years ago, now my mum is terminal, I don't know how long I have her for. She lives in Norfolk and I live in Bournemouth,  5 hour drive, with this pandemic,  its difficult to travel. I am so low, I am hurting terribly,  how will I cope with out her. I speak to my mum all the time. 

Not a day goes by I am not thinking of my dad, although I believe my mum will soon be back with my dad, I still find it hard to deal with.

I cant stop breaking down

  • Hiya, I know how you feel.. my mum was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer 3 years ago, it has since spread to her hips, spine, legs, base of skull, liver and lungs.. me and my mum have the most amazing relationship and she's my absolute best friend and world.. I know how it feels to not know what you are going to do without them in your life. I can't offer any advice but I just wanted you to know you are not alone. Who knows how long I have left with my mum... I don't even want to think about it, in fact I lash out when it pops it's ugly head into my mind... all I can say is I'm sorry you find yourself in the same situation and keep crying, keep feeling how you are because it's normal and one of the hardest things anyone can go through. Try to give her lots of hugs and laughs... 

    Sending you big hugs xx

  • We are dealing with the last stages of my mums diagnosis since February this year. 

    Secondaries in her brain and the primary cancer in lungs.

    It's been the worst year for so many reasons but we have tried so hard to remember all the positive times we have spent together.  She was an amazing mum, granny and great granny. She was so active and fit until this cruel disease took hold but we are thankful for all the brilliant times we had. 

    Am sitting by her bedside every day now. She doesn't appear to know who we are, and I cannot see my mum anymore, not in the lady that lies in front of me.

    But I have to be grateful that they can control her pain and make her comfortable in her last days...

    It's her birthday tomorrow.  Her last one. And it breaks my heart. But again all I can do is be grateful that we had her as our mum.

    The anger doesn't help, so I try to appreciate what we had. It's all we can do.