I’m a daughter caring for my mum. It’s been 2 years and 4 months of appointments, scans, and worry. I’m a single parent with a mortgage and bills, and I’ve reached the point of being signed off by the GP because I can’t do both jobs and still hold myself together.
I kept saying something wasn’t right with Mum, and then we learned her breast cancer had spread to her brain. We’re now under palliative care. If I’m honest, a lot of the “care” feels like it’s on me as her daughter. I’m exhausted, I cry behind closed doors, and I feel guilty for being fed up with this being our life. Mum is hanging on to me, and I’m trying to be strong in front of her, even when all I can say is, “I don’t know.”
If you’re in this rollercoaster too, please know you’re not alone. Your feelings are valid—fear, anger, guilt, love, all of it. Hats off to every single one of you showing up every day. The only easy day was yesterday, but we keep going. Hold on to even a little hope. Sending love to you all. xx
