That word Cancer, scary to hear hard to understand. My own battle at 24 sparks nightmares still. It is awful living and watching a loved one suffer when you know where they are going! You know that pain and what demons arise in your own mind. To watch my mum diagnosed at 51 with ovarian really broke my heart.
The sad thing was it had spread to many organs before it was diagnosed. Lungs, pancreas half way up her upper body. The day she started Chemo I watched in horror, she could have been set alight with petrol all the damage that happened month to month. Lost her hair, skin became dry and black under her eyes. It was really awful to watch. She was a brave fighter, I admired but felt the pain of a battle that is truly one you never want to see anyone suffer, not only that never a mother.
Two years mum gave it all she had, the doctor actually gave her 2 years to live. She beat the ovarian cancer it was in remission, but her body had paid the price. She had a massive heart attach at 53.
Thirteen years my mum has now been gone, the pain never goes away. Some say it gets easier to deal with I just think we learn to deal with the pain. The loss of my mother I will take to my grave.
I miss her everyday...