My Best Friend
by Cindy B
I loved my Mother dearly. After my father passed away, my husband and I moved in to look after Mom. It was a win-win. We needed a place to live and she needed some help with the upkeep of the house.That was 10 years ago.We had many bumps along the way, but our relationship just became stronger. In January 2011, she was diagnosed with lung cancer. At 84 years of age, we decided that rather than suffer through awful, life grabbing treatments, we would instead forego a treatment that promised to be worse than the disease itself, and simply have the best ride we could with the time we had left. All through 2011, we did whatever it was she felt like doing, as 2011 passed into 2012, she started to show the signs of the fight she had on her hands. We faced it together and I fought right along with her,in Dec. 2012 she had become ill enough to be admitted into hospital. I literally, with the help of my sister had to talk her into going. Little did we know at the time, that she would not be coming home again.On Boxing Day, Dec.26/2012 her fight was over, and I was devastated. Slowly I am beginning to heal. I tell myself daily that she is no longer in pain, it helps, but it does not bring her back. I am trying very hard not to feel so alone, but it is so hard.I expect I will continue to have good days, and bad days, but I know I will never forget her and I will always cherish the time that I was allowed to have her to myself. She was a remarkable lady.