Where to start .. the last 9 months.
mum diagnosed terminal with primary lung cancer, but in bones and liver 6 weeks before my wedding (which due to covid was 2 yrs late and 4 postponed dates)
2 weeks before my big day following routine screening ... I was told I had breast cancer, no lump, no clue and couldn't burden my mum (even tho she was the only person I wanted to comfort me)
wedding was amazing.. 8 weeks to the day was my mum's funeral.. I was with her in her last days and sadly, her passing wasn't peaceful, she didn't drift away, she suffocated in her own secretions as the filled her lungs a sound I'll never forget
a week after she passed .. I had a lumpectomy , a week later her funeral.
8 weeks for results, thankful to be cancer free and now ... radiotherapy not to mention menopause cold turkey...
I though I'd been though the worst, but it now I'm almost ringing the bell ... I'm feeling at my lowest.
it's been a lot all at once and now ... I just don't feel like myself