I'm not quite sure where to start. The history may not even be relevant. All I know is that my mum is heading home from an almost 3 month stint in hospital with the decision made that we're not going to pursue any further treatment - palliative chemo made her so poorly and being in hospital added to her ailments. I guess that means she is terminal now? Nobody seems to have said that to me, but that's what I guess it means.
It's been a tough year. Chemotherapy followed by Radiotherapy - according to the doctors and consultants it was a radical amount of treatment intended to be curative - unfortunately the tumour in her tongue is going nowhere. An operation is out of the question, so we're kind of all out of options.
In the middle of her radiotherapy we lost dad in September 2012. Complete surprise. No warning - nothing. I sometimes wonder how we got through it but a nurse at the hospital with dad once told me 'The world keeps turning my love - what are you going to do? Stand still and let everything pass you by? Or power on and taking on the world'. It's a very simple thing to think about but incredibly powerful.
Mum has not been right since dad died. She lost her best friend and soulmate - they had been together for 35 years or so, and had been through everything together. Horrendous family situations, raising three kids, having no money, making sure we were all able to live our lives the way we want to. I see her broken heart all over her face whenever we talk about dad. It breaks my heart too.
Now mum is coming home - essentially to die. It's as black and white as that. I feel so incredibly useless in all this. Geography is against me being 250 miles away. My sister lives closer - still almost two hours drive away. And my other sister in Australia. I don't know how they both do it. One of them in the thick of it with mum, day in day out. Speaking like a doctor / pharmacist / carer (depending on which day it is) with her own family to look after. The other sister miles away and totally removed from the situation but feeling so rotten for the distance and not being here. I feel utterly useless. I have come to terms with the fact that I am unable to do anything to stop / beat the cancer. Im not a scientist, a researcher etc - I am not a doctor, a nurse or anything like that. All I feel I can do is be there for people. Be there for my mum when I can. Be there for my sisters when I can.
I'm scared about her coming home. I'm scared of how this is all going to play out - what will happen to her physically? What will happen to her emotionally? How can I get her to talk to me about how she is feeling (she seems to have us all on lockdown at the moment, protecting us from everything as usual). How can I not lose my job and still be there for her (in fairness my boss is AMAZING and has not been anything but supportive - I am just always worried about letting him down and my team).
I cannot wait to get home this weekend and see her. I know half the situation is anxiety as I have not actually seen her for a couple of weeks. I know once I see her and assess the situation, I will know what needs to be done and can get it done. I am just starting to feel very all over the place with everything.
Has anyone else been in a similar situation? Any advice would be hugely appreciated.
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