29 days, one day for each year I’d been alive. From diagnosis to the day my mum died, 29 days, that was all the time we were granted. When you lose your mum, it comes with a dreadful feeling of loneliness. No matter what age you may be, there’s nothing in this world more heart wrenching than to watch the person who made the very fabric of your soul, that one person who watched you take your first breath, to have to watch…
