I was sitting in my living room, on Skype to my parents in the UK. I can see it clearly. Mum was so upset after breaking the news, the C word, that she got up an left the room.
I was in shock, to be honest. With no cancer history I couldn't believe it.
She'll be ok, right? She looks ok?
Forward 4 days: she's been admitted to hospital. They think she has an infection. Liver biopsy test results will take a week.
Forward a week. She now can't walk, her legs have swollen and she can just about talk to me on the phone. I'm told to not worry she has several months. I plan a trip in October to see her.
Forward 4 days: things are not looking good. Sister says she doesn't believe the doctors, I need to get my butt back there.
Forward 2 more days: the doctors tell dad to tell me to wait till next week. I'm panicking now, I go into the travel agent the next day and book the very next flight home.
Mum promises she will wait for me.
The morning of my flight I get the news. She died.
I wasn't there, I didn't make it in time. I let her down.
