On the 11th of September the husband of a dear friend died of Melanoma cancer. It all happened very quickly. She has also had treatment for breast cancer, and she has M.S. He was her sole carer. On the 14th of September I was driving back from Kent, (I live in Essex), Where I had just collected my new mobility car from my son. (he works for a ford dealership there, in case you were thinking why on earth I had travelled so far for a car!)
While stuck in a bumper to bumper traffic jam, my mobile rang. Luckily I had my carer with me and she turned on the loud speaker so I could talk to my mum.. Mum told me, near hysterically, that my step dad had died 30 mins earlier! (he had emphasyma and FM He had been my dad for over 30 years as my father had died in a car crash, on his 52nd birthday, In a foreign country.
I had to ring my sons, from the car, and tell them the sad news. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do. The most difficult was burying my son 24 years ago. He was a cot death. (me suffer with stress? Never!)
On Monday we buried a wonderful, caring and loving man... My dad... and today we buried another, Peter, my friends husband..
I am so very tired and everything aches and is swollen. But, for a change, I have a reason to feel so awful. Now I can only hope for time to recuperate and re group.