Good Friday

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Day one, and it's Good Friday. Well I must say I've had 'gooder' Good Fridays. Mum was admitted to hospital last night, after weeks of feeling sick and unwell. She had a CT scan the previous week, just a routine one , we thought, just to rule things out. But it didn't, it confirmed our worse fear, it was cancer. And so mum's cancer journey began.

I feel so indulgent, writing a blog, after all, it's not about me, is it? It's my dear mum that's ill.  For now though I'm just using this blog to put down my own thoughts and fears.

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I'm so sorry your family has to go through this. At 23 years old I lost my mom to brain cancer in September. Most days I feel completely lost. I used to write my thoughts in a journal and it helped. During the days I would be strong for my mom and put on a good face, but at night I would fall apart and just write in that journal. It helped especially on days when I thought I didn't have anything to be thankful for or to find a positive in the worst situation. I would always be so afraid knowing one day it was gonna be really bad, but I would always live in the moment and be thankful when it was a good day, always telling myself today was a good day we spent time together laughing and shopping i'll worry about tomorrow when it comes.

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I'm so sorry for your loss. It's hearbreakjng at any age, but especially when you're so young. I can relate to that, I lost my dad when I was 23, but the circumstances were so very different. He had a massive heart attack, which was completely unexpected. In the 3 months that followed we had 3 other family bereavements, my car was stolen and my brother wrote his car off, whilst his pregnant wife was a passenger. Believe it or not I kept it together, that was until the kettle broke. It was then that I lost it and sobbed and sobbed - over a kettle. The months that followed were a blur. I always think of that year of 'firsts', the first Christmas, the first fathers day etc without dad. Then suddenly it's a whole year, things still seem so raw, but now it was the second of everything. I can't say when it started to get easier, but it did, eventually. A bereavement is not just the loss a loved one, it's all the things that they never got to do or see. There is always something, no matter what age. I reminded myself of that on many occasions, and for some reason I found that a comfort. I'm waffling now, but can reassure you that things will get easier for you in time, and don't be too hard on yourself. Take care.