8 months ago, my mum was diagnosed with bowel cancer. A month later I started a new and very intense job. Being 300 miles away with 2 kids didn’t lend itself to regular visits but we kept in touch by phone and video. My sister being primary carer back home with support from friends.
In December she took a turn for the worse, being hospitalised. I managed to head up for a few days but had to cut it short as my partner took ill back home.
Following that, mum started to recover and came out of hospital. Chemo was over and a review was due in February.
That’s when things started to slide.
My partner had major reconstructive foot surgery early Jan leaving me as a one man army for her and the kids, youngest is two.
A few weeks ago I got a call to say that they reckoned the cancer had become more aggressive and it may be weeks.
I got support from friends and family down here and headed north.
30 minutes before I arrived, I got the call to say she had passed. I had spoke. To her on the phone part way through the 5 hour drive. But I was distraught. Don’t think I’ve gotten over that.
The last few weeks have been manic with time off work to sort the estate, funeral and everything else, then with a family roadtrip for a few days to say our goodbyes.
I thought I was handling this. I’m not. I feel empty. Hollow. I feel I should have done more even though I couldn’t.
I feel like a bad son, and I can never undo that.
I feel exhausted.
And I miss my mum. She was a best friend. I don’t quite know how to cope with this.
I am reaching out to a bereavement support service locally but I’m struggling with maintaining day to day. Going back to work, I thought would help and allow me to focus on other things. Instead it’s crippling me. I really don’t know how people deal with this.
Thanks for reading and any suggestions or advice welcome.