My Mum died this afternoon. She was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 1990 and it has been recurrent many times. She fought of a C Diff infection and was still standing. 7 months ago she was diagnosed with brain mets and found it had spread to her spine and lung.
She moved into a hospice two weeks ago and I got the call this afternoon. I feel hollow. We're a really close family and she was such a beautiful, vivacious person. Even down to the end she had a sense of humour. Dad told me the last thing she said...one of the nurses asked if she was OK "Apart from the fucking cancer I'm fine" with a warm smile.
My Mum and Dad married nearly 50 years ago at 16 and 18...it was a true love story from start to finish. He told me earlier part of him is relieved....relieved she's not in pain anymore.
Every time I look in the mirror I want to cry. I got all my hair cut short and was going to show her tomorrow, she always said she thought it would suit me and it spurred me on to finally getting it done. Now she'll never see it. Sound silly but style and beauty were hobbies of hers, she always looked amazing, even in the hospice with her silver toe rings and painted nails.