I'm so relieved to find this thread and seeing there are other people going through the same trauma. My mum died in August after several months of terrible pain. She fell while in hospital in February and broke her hip and top of her femur. Basically she never got over it, never got her mobility back and didn't return home. It was several months of constant worry over what would happen till July when the surgeon said she needed a second op as the first one failed - but said it was high risk and she might die.
We had that life/death choice that was no choice. She was living in a te,porary care home and couldn't even stand or sleep in a bed but was stuck in a wheelchair then armchair at night as it took 2/3 carers to move her. I had to agree to an op that I knew could kill her.
She had the op 30th July and seemed to be recovering but wasn't eating. Then the next weekend I found her back in bed and in a lot of pain and she went on morphine. Monday she was back up and sat up and chatty with my DD. But said her tummy hurt. Tuesday morning they rang me that she had a major haemorrhage; over the next day it kept happening and by Wednesday evening I just had that feeling. The doctor rang me at 11.20pm and I rushed down - she died within 10 minutes of me being alone with her.
I'm devastated. I hurt so much - physically hurt from the pain of missing her. I've never felt anything like this in my life. I cry racking great sobs on my own. I'm an only child and I just feel all out of balance! I have a lovely DH and DD but no one at my other side! My dad died in 1998, and there was me and my mum as she was an only child too. We were companions and best pals. I saw her every day, talked to her several times a day and that gap is massive. I'm trying to fill it with positive activities, but emotionally and inside it can't be filled. I'm screaming inside I want my mum.
I haven't faced up to burying her ashes yet - that finality I think I'm in denial in. There is still her inquest to face in December and it feels it's dragging out the causes which I don't want to hear again. Probate is so complicated and hard work (luckily DH is doing the forms). But I feel torn between wanting to keep my memories and move forward and knowing I have to go back over the trauma of the falls and the op again.
Sorry for the long post!