In February Mum was diagnosed with stage 4 bowel cancer after 6 weeks of sickness. The only surgery available was a stoma and palliative chemo never given as she was so weak. She died suddenly in the end, after a few days rapid deterioration.
Whilst she was ill I spent a lot of time travelling to care for her and Dad. And was there, with only really family support, when she died. I sorted the funeral. I've sorted the numbers bit of probate.
My brother has been suffering similar symptoms in the past month. He's due an endoscopy this week.
I've lived in a bubble of tiredness, sadness, worry and grief since January really. Works suffered. I've made mistakes. And this week I've been extraordinarily down.
On Tuesday I drove home after a late meeting in the dark. The first dark drive since doing it a lot earlier this year to visit Mum. Grief hit me like a tidal wave. I'm only just starting to see the light again but even so am still not myself. I think it's all on top of the sheer tiredness I'm also suffering.
And in addition, the world and this country seems to be going crazy.
Any advice welcome.
