This probably will be a long post, but it’s a post that marks the start of the journey of the rest of our lives…
Mum was taken to hospital a little over a month ago after collapsing at home whilst I was at work, she was in hospital for over a week with suspected pneumonia. After a week her legs started to swell and she gained excruciating blisters on each leg. Suspecting that this was now a heart issue Mum was transferred to the Cardio Intensive Care unit at our local hospital.
An ultrasound showed that Mum had fluid on her lungs and around her heart which needed to be drained. Easy peasy right? Mum was taken to surgery on the Sunday lunch time to have a catheter inserted into her chest and the fluid removed. By the Sunday evening Mum was surrounded by nurses, a surgeon and a doctor giving her the news that they suspected the fluid was cancerous and she had cancer of the lung. Mum received this news alone due to the COVID19 pandemic and visiting not being allowed at the hospital.
Mum’s cancer was confirmed on the Tuesday, she was at home by the Thursday and we had a PET scan booked for the Monday. Deep down I knew something wasn’t right, I was just waiting for somebody to confirm it for me.
The following Tuesday (01/09/2020) we had an appointment with the lung specialist. Mum nicknamed him Doctor Death. He told us that Mum had Stage 4 lung cancer which had spread to her kidneys with a malignant pleural effusion. My heart sank, even though I’d gotten the news I’d been expecting for 3 weeks. We shed our tears at the hospital and made a promise that we would enjoy every last moment we had together.
So here I am, sharing our moments, stories, thoughts, everything. With everybody.
It’s not over ’til it’s over
