When I was 21, I received a phone call from my sister telling me I needed to get to the hospital now, because our mum was dying. I knew she had cancer, but she had fought it for so long and was still fighting it, she was still working ffs! I had no idea this would be my final day with her!
When I got there, she was sat up in her bed, fully conscious, aware and she was there, she was my mum. I was extremely upset and bemused and I asked her what was going on. She said 'I'm sorry, this is why I couldn't tell you'. Her doctor was there.
Her doctor took me to a side room and explained that there wasn't anything they could do for my mum anymore and that she was going to die. I wasn't crying at that point, I was just numb. I was sat down on a chair and she was knelt in front of me. Tears ran down her face and she apologised.
I have never, ever thought that that doctor was unprofessional for crying. She was the kindest and most compassionate person that could've given me that news, other than my detail omitting mum herself, and I felt so much warmth from the doctor. I will never forget her, or that moment and I'm forever grateful to her.