Hi everyone, hope it's ok to join you. I feel no one understands....
It was my brave boy's funeral today and I feel lost.
So background.....
3rd Jan 2017 Super Sam was diagnosed with a brain tumour and cancer cells in his spinal fluid aged 9.
5th Jan 2017 he had an almost 7 hour op to remove the tumour. Surgery left him with left sided weakness and unsteady gait.
Mid January stem cells collected.
Feb to March 2017 he had 31 sessions (6 weeks and 1 day) of high dose radiotherapy.
May to August he had four cycles of high dose chemo receiving stem cells back after each chemo cycle.
5th Sept 2017 Super Sam rang the end of treatment bell.
October 2017 he had his first all clear end of treatment MRI.
8th December 2017 we threw an end of treatment party.
16th December 2017 we found out it was back and couldn't be treated.
17 days later on 2nd Jan 2018 at 12.28pm Super Sam grew his angel wings 💔
I don't know how to carry on living without him for over a year we've been each other's shadow either sleeping in the same bed or sharing a hospital room.
How do I live, laugh, eat without feeling guilty for doing so?
If it wasn't for my girls I don't think I'd want to be here 💔