My mum, my world, my best friend.
I recently lost my mother to lung cancer. It all happened so fast. She was misdiagnosed for months with doctors telling her that her severe back and shoulder pain was due to a hernia. All this when really my mother had multiple bone metastases. My poor mother was working full time taking care of disabled people whilst being in immense pain. I was with her day during her illness. I lived at the hospital in a chair, then cared for her at home and eventually moving with her to a palliative care facility. On July 26th (in Stockholm Sweden) she died in my arms just after I said. I love you mum you are the best mum in the entire world.
My mum was my world and my best friend. We did everything together and it was always her and I against the world. All my life we have had an amazing connection. We saw each other everyday and on the rare occasion we didn't we'd talk for hours on the phone.
Everything I ever did good I did mostly for her. All I ever wanted and took pride in was making my mother happy.
I feel so incredibly sad and depressed, all I want is for my mother to be here with me again, hugging me, talking to me... I no longer feel the will to live myself as I keep wishing that will bring me to my mother somehow.
In my mothers eyes I was the best and I could never do anything wrong. In her world I was the smartest, prettiest and kindest person there was. Unconditional love. Something I will never experience again. Just the thought of that makes me want to curl up in bed and never move.
I'm sad that she was robbed of her life when all she wanted to do was live. My mother loved life and everything about it. She appreciated everything and was always happy. She wanted to live! She didn't even think she would die. She wanted to work some more then retire. After 50 years of caring for others, she deserved to retire and travel and do everything she wanted to do. She desperately wanted grandchildren, something that I had yet to give her. She will not get to meet my future children. That fact even takes away the joy I felt about eventually having kids of my own.
My mum was only 60 years old and the only thing that I am happy about is that we got to celebrate her 60th with style. I gave her a trip to Rom, and we had the best time.
I'm only 24 and about to graduate college next semester, something that she will never get the chance to see. That makes me not want to graduate.
to sum it up; without my mother by my side I look forward to NOTHING and NOTHING will ever be fun again. THE EXCRUCIATING PAIN WILL NEVER GO AWAY
I LOVE MY MOTHER!