Gosh! Where to start!
My amazing courageous mum lost her battle at Moggerhanger 6 months ago on the 20th May, after an 8 year battle with PPC, 8 rounds of chemo over the years, various trials and a kick cancers butt attitude made us all believe she would always be here.
I just miss her, simple as that, every day.
I have had battle after battle with a so called family member that cared not one jot of my mum, only what she was to ‘leave’
I dont think this has helped the grieving process and in the last week or so i am reliving every second of hers and indeed ‘our’ time in the hospice; 9 days in all, the guilt i feel is hideous, i encouraged her go in, for pain and meds management, quickly i knew she wasn’t coming home, she was a tough one, kept asking when she could go home, the doctor (beautiful kordelia (wrong spelling!) is) told her she probably wouldnt… I still see mums face as she asked me if i knew.
I will forever be greatful, thankful, humbled, amazed and in awe of the staff and care we all received at the hospice, but i want my mum back now, 6 months without seeing or talking to her is just too long and too much.