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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cfs-file/__key/system/syndication/atom.xsl" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en-US"><title type="html">my mums cancer</title><subtitle type="html" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/atom</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/atom" /><generator uri="http://telligent.com" version="12.1.2.21912">Telligent Community (Build: 12.1.2.21912)</generator><updated>2009-10-17T17:36:02Z</updated><entry><title> And I return looking for answers</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/and-i-return-to-the-sign-as-my-refuge" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/and-i-return-to-the-sign-as-my-refuge</id><published>2011-03-07T11:41:36Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:41:36Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;color:black;font-size:8.5pt;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; first sad news&amp;nbsp;comes&amp;nbsp; my best friend breaks the news&amp;nbsp; she&amp;rsquo;s having a second brain scan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;doctors have founds a mass&amp;nbsp; mostly like outcomes a small&amp;nbsp; brain tumour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;color:black;font-size:8.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Second&amp;nbsp;bad news Another close friends has skin cancer on her hand she going to have a section of her hand removed to try stop it spreading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;color:black;font-size:8.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Third bad news&amp;nbsp;Another friends has breast cancer and today&amp;nbsp;she&amp;rsquo;s is having a mastectomy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;color:black;font-size:8.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;mind is all over the place. Not that&amp;rsquo;s it all about me, but &amp;nbsp; in three months I&amp;nbsp;have regained myself and am content with myself and the situation and now 3 close friends have cancer, I feel I want to&amp;nbsp; stick my head in the ground and ignore it all, however them lovely people were so fantastic when&amp;nbsp; mum died how can I do them the &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;disjustice of not being there for them when they now need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;color:black;font-size:8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Life does indeed through you some curve balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=408583&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="tumour" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/tumour" /><category term="Breast cancer" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/Breast%2bcancer" /><category term="Removing the breast" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/Removing%2bthe%2bbreast" /><category term="brain" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/brain" /><category term="Skin cancer" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/Skin%2bcancer" /><category term="mastectomy" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/mastectomy" /></entry><entry><title> some sunshine through the rain.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/some-sunshine-through-the-rain" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/some-sunshine-through-the-rain</id><published>2010-02-24T11:25:17Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:25:17Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just wanted to write about how i have had a good couple&amp;nbsp; of days and am feeling more positve aboutl ife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had a dream about my mum who was sat talking to me,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think this might have been a sign to let me now she is at peace! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=318895&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>what happens now?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/what-happens-now" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/what-happens-now</id><published>2010-02-15T08:10:51Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:10:51Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Calibri&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;color:black;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s been 13&amp;nbsp; weeks since mum died,&amp;nbsp;I thought I was alright&amp;nbsp; but things keep getting worse, I finally went to the doctor and I&amp;rsquo;m now on antidepressants which I&amp;rsquo;m not to happy about, I feel really lost I&amp;rsquo;m been my mum&amp;rsquo;s daughter&amp;nbsp; and carer for so long who am I now?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;m having money problems which means I had to borrow money to buy my prescription. What a mess to get it! ,&amp;nbsp;doctor suggested counselling I was willing for any help but I have heard nothing and that was 5&amp;nbsp; weeks ago&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;maybe I need to move away and start again,&amp;nbsp;I just want to be happy again and feel normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So much for family I don&amp;rsquo;t hear from my brother or sister from week to week they only call &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;when they want a babysitter,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;sometimes when I feel really lonely I make up excuses to call&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;like if they need me to babysit, but there too busy to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I can&amp;rsquo;t afford to go out so I stay in my days just fade into each other weekends i don&amp;rsquo;t think I even get dressed just sit on the sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t think my mum would be too proud of me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=316464&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="antidepressants" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/antidepressants" /></entry><entry><title>christmas eve</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/christmas-eve" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/christmas-eve</id><published>2009-12-24T17:03:44Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:03:44Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Im sat on my own&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; at home dwelling&amp;nbsp; on this year really missing mum,&amp;nbsp; its really hard, ive been so teary over the&amp;nbsp;last&amp;nbsp; few&amp;nbsp;days,&amp;nbsp; Its funny&amp;nbsp; how you&amp;nbsp; can have so many friends and yet feel so alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Friends have been wonderfull ive never&amp;nbsp; had&amp;nbsp; so many presents under my tree,&amp;nbsp;but tommorow morning when i wake&amp;nbsp; alone in my&amp;nbsp; house&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp; no i won&amp;#39;t be bothered&amp;nbsp; to even look at them.&amp;nbsp; christmas is so hard , then i neeed&amp;nbsp; to put a happy face on for lunch with the family&amp;nbsp; i just want christmas to be over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=300984&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="christmas" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/christmas" /></entry><entry><title>1st December new start. </title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/1st-december-new-start" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/1st-december-new-start</id><published>2009-12-01T08:19:30Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:19:30Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;;color:black;font-size:16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some of you lovely people&amp;nbsp;left some kind words and sound advice on my blog yesterday.&amp;nbsp; And after talking to my boss I have a good talk to myself. This morning I am back in work still on admin however but am going to&amp;nbsp;the staff room at break to have coffee with the other staff and&amp;nbsp;maybe at lunch time. If I get through that maybe by the end of the week I will be teaching some classes &amp;nbsp;again but small steps at a time.&amp;nbsp; I think maybe I was looking at things all wrong I wanted things to back to normal, but reality check it&amp;rsquo;s not going to be normal not yet anyway I have just lost my mum and having no parents is hard, but I will just try and work through this with no expectations and keeping trying and working through each day as it comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=277432&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="working" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/working" /></entry><entry><title>how do i overcome this?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/how-do-i-overcome-this" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/how-do-i-overcome-this</id><published>2009-11-30T17:16:58Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:16:58Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;1st day back at work today as a teacher, gladly&amp;nbsp;I excepted a day of admin and not teaching. Since mum died&amp;nbsp;I have become venerable and insecure i don&amp;rsquo;t like large crowds &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;or loud places I&amp;rsquo;ve started having panic attracts i don&amp;rsquo;t want people even talking to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was a head strong independent young woman who loved to social i don&amp;rsquo;t understand what has become of me. How do i overcome this? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=277182&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title> familys are't worth it sometime!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/familys-are-t-worth-it-sometime" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/familys-are-t-worth-it-sometime</id><published>2009-11-23T19:15:13Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:15:13Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tommorow is my mums funeral.&amp;nbsp; my brother and sister have took control with everything and&amp;nbsp;i had little say,&amp;nbsp; ok i thought people deal with&amp;nbsp; loss in different ways.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;They asked me to write the speach for mums funeral which you can read&amp;nbsp; on the previouse blog. and they have&amp;nbsp; re written it them selves,&amp;nbsp; its no longer a love story/ fairytale which is how i saw my mums&amp;nbsp; and dads life together its all about how they both were ill and died. as if we did&amp;#39;t no that. im so mad im thinking of not even going tommorow. im so angry&amp;nbsp; with them. why ask me to&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; it if they were going to change it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=275172&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="funeral" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/funeral" /></entry><entry><title>the speech for my mums funeral .</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/the-speech-for-my-mums-funeral" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/the-speech-for-my-mums-funeral</id><published>2009-11-22T21:04:43Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:04:43Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The fairy tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Pat and peter were childhood friends it wasn&amp;rsquo;t until Pete was on leave from the navy that he made his affection know. And that&amp;rsquo;s were there fairy tale began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Pete wrote to his beloved wife regularly and sending her gifts ever time he visited a new place. Pat was sentimental and everything was for keeps.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;as pats body departs this world&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;today she meets her beloved husband in the dress he send her when on his travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;pat had a unique bond with her husband always knowing when he was returning&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;on&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;leave, she continued this bond with her children always knowing things fist and knowing when they needed her&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;some times is was if she was able to feel what they felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Pat and Pete was fantastic parents&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;completing each&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;other&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;pat was well known for being independent head strong&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and very stubborn, characteristic which she kept right until her passing and traits&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;which she has passed on to her children making sure they&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;fought&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;for what they believed in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Pat was a passionate woman and always spoke proudly of her children and grandchildren.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She taught her children to love and to live and never except second best. She had all the right advice from cooking instruction to matters of the hart there wasn&amp;rsquo;t much she didn&amp;rsquo;t no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;As all three children started moving out and becoming independent pat and Pete rekindled the romance&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and did a bit of travelling pete took pat to some of the destinations&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;he had visited in the navy. Living the high life cursing the ocean where pete felt at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Sadly the fairytale ended and pete&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;took leave from the world. Pat being pat held the family together and remained strong. As the year passed and the pain eased pat started to travel again visiting places her and Pete had talked about egpt and maylsia being a few. Pat also returned to college and in her 60 received qualification in IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Pat ensured her husband still lived&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;on in her family heart and often relived &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;the memories they had made making sure&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;her&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;children&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;could laugh at the good times. As well as remembering the sad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;However as we all know farytales have a happy ending and pete could no longer wait for his beloved wife he came to earth to take her hand and im sure if you look harder enough you will see them dancing on a cloud above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Rest&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;in&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;peace pat your be dearly&amp;nbsp; missed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=274846&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="speech" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/speech" /><category term="funeral" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/funeral" /><category term="cooking" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/cooking" /><category term="travel" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/travel" /></entry><entry><title>3 days ago my mum died</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/3-days-ago-my-mum-died" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/3-days-ago-my-mum-died</id><published>2009-11-17T20:25:13Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:25:13Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Im still feeling numb, since i live on my own everything feels normal when im &amp;nbsp;on my own at home. But being up mums today clearning out her home, was heart breaking all her things, trying to decide who wants what and what&amp;nbsp; we should throw, i feel so angry, theses are her things her house, why are touching her &amp;nbsp;things?&amp;nbsp; My&amp;nbsp; brother and sister just iritate me, asking me to come for theres for christmas,&amp;nbsp;they never wanted me or mum for christmas before&amp;nbsp; it was always just us, ive decided im going away for christmas, they have only invited me to make them selfs feel better. my emotions change&amp;nbsp; from hour to hour, angry, sad, alone, i feel sick all the time.&amp;nbsp; i miss her already. it was always just me and my mum&amp;nbsp; and now im all alone, people keep texting me telling me if i want anything let them&amp;nbsp; know, what could they possible&amp;nbsp; do for me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i wish i could just get on a plane and go far far away and be on my own. excpet every penny that&amp;nbsp; we have will be paying for the funeral. i just need&amp;nbsp; to get away from everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=273078&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="christmas" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/christmas" /><category term="funeral" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/funeral" /></entry><entry><title>15/11/09</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/15-11-09" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/15-11-09</id><published>2009-11-15T19:52:01Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:52:01Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;its my mums birthday today she was 74. she took her last breath at 5.00 pm holding my hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;i don&amp;#39;t think i have ever felt so alone my brother and sister have gone back to their famyilys and patners i have no one i have lost my best friend&amp;nbsp; my rock,&amp;nbsp; how&amp;nbsp; do i make it through this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=272351&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>wednesday</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/wednesday" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/wednesday</id><published>2009-10-21T20:44:23Z</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:44:23Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;tab-stops:239.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:small;"&gt;When to see my mum in hospital today, she&amp;rsquo;s going downhill fast, she was very angry with me today,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;called me a bitch and a liar, and told me i was stopping my brother and sister from visiting her. She got so upset she wet herself so i had to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;tab-stops:239.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:small;"&gt;Doc told me not to take it personal it just the drugs talking. It still hurts. She would even say she loved me when i left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;tab-stops:239.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Then this evening at 7.30 the nurse called me mum had been asking for me to go up, so me and my sister went up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;tab-stops:239.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mum wanted to tell us she loved us and that she was giving up she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be here in the morning, and could i tell my brother she loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;tab-stops:239.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We all just sat there crying and holding each other, my heart broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;tab-stops:239.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:small;"&gt;I will be surprised if she is still with us in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0cm 0cm 10pt;tab-stops:239.35pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=263967&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="Hospital" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/Hospital" /></entry><entry><title>Tuesday</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/tuesday" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/tuesday</id><published>2009-10-20T17:46:27Z</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:46:27Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Went to see mum today shes in a bad way docs have said there is no more they can do for here but make her comfortable we have decided to bring her home so she is with her family, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=263608&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Been thinking!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/been-thinking" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/been-thinking</id><published>2009-10-18T08:56:40Z</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:56:40Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I woke up this morning, thinking about the future, I am currenlty single with no partner or children.&amp;nbsp; and i think we will lucky if mum makes it through to the new year.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will have no parents to introduce to any future partner,&amp;nbsp;no &amp;nbsp;father to give me away at my wedding&amp;nbsp; and no mother to ask for parent&amp;nbsp; advice,&amp;nbsp; no mother&amp;nbsp; to hold my hand through labour or help me get dressed on my wedding day. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know theses are selfish thoughts but what a &amp;nbsp;sad future i hold. and yet so lucky compared to others. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=262673&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>saturday 17th</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/saturday-17th" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/posts/saturday-17th</id><published>2009-10-17T16:36:02Z</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:36:02Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;visited mum&amp;nbsp; in hospital today, she was very confused and was talking nonsence,&amp;nbsp; doctors are assessing her later, not sure if she will be coming home again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;the lung cancer is very agressive and she now weights less than 5 stone&amp;nbsp; and is not really eating.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;been told to prepare our self,&amp;nbsp; but unsure how to do this .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=262543&amp;AppID=30044&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="Eating" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/Eating" /><category term="Hospital" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/Hospital" /><category term="Lung cancer" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/my_mums_cancer/archive/tags/Lung%2bcancer" /></entry></feed>