I have not posted for a while since Mum stopped all treatment back in June of this year. After being diagnosed in October 2010 my Mum Sylvia had 2 major ops, one debaulking in February 2011 and an iliostomy March 2012 after a complete bowel obstruction. Last chemo was gem/carb combination which ended earlier this year. Since then she never really recovered from the op's and chemo. For months she had said she wished it was all over. Mum took a turn for the worst 2 weeks ago and was put on a syringe driver for pain control. She wanted to stay at home, so I went and stayed with her, the last week was not easy but I will always cherish the time spent with her, holding her hand and stroking her head, telling each other how we felt, I feel honoured to have shared this with her, so many people pass away never telling loved ones their feelings. Last Wednesday heavily dosed with morphine mum said to us that it was Saturday, no mum I said it is only Wednesday, no she said I am going on Saturday, my auntie replied where you going Sylvie, you going dancing, mum just smiled. But obviously mum knew something we did not know, she passed away peacefully at 21.40 Saturday evening, with my step dad and I with her.
That night I asked for some sign that I had not let her down in any way. Then the next strange thing happened, the next day I was due to find some nice clothes for mum to take to the undertakers, this I struggled with as mum had not dressed up for so long. Then I started making the numerous calls to family and friends, I happened to mention the clothes to one of mum's friends and she said Susan you will not believe this but I have a bag here that your mum asked I drop off to the charity shop, for some reason the bag had been forgotten and inside was a skirt and top that mum had told her friend was her favourite dancing clothes, but as she had lost so much weight the year earlier she had asked that they be donated to a local charity shop. So for me that was the clothes mum must have for her funeral. This I also took as a sign that mum was ok. May just be coincidence, but with her saying Saturday, my auntie mentioning dancing, and then the clothes, I have taken great comfort from this. Sorry for the long winded mail but wanted to tell my last story of my lovely Mum who I will cherish and miss every day, she was not only my Mum but my BEST friend.
I wish all of you the very best, don't be afraid to ask for help, we had hospice at home for the last few days and they were a terrific help. Only wish we had asked for help a bit earlier.
Love to you all,