5 days. That’s all. 5 days since my mum passed away. 5 days since the bottom fell off of my world.
I look at myself in the mirror and there’s no trace of what has just happened. I look like me. But inside, I’m in freefall, my heart palpitates wildly. It thuds so hard I don’t know why no one hears it. My mind is screaming, “I can’t do this, come back Mum, come back,” and then, it just screams, and screams,and screams. My mind howls for the anguish my soul is in. I want to run outside and scream and scream till theres nothing left. I want to curl up and cry, but I’m scared to. I’m scared I’ll never stop. That the tears won’t stop. My hearts in agony, I’m physically hurting. I wonder if it’ll ever stop.
I want to be 2 years old, and throw myself on the floor and have a tantrum. Will I ever sleep a full night, will my appetite come back. or will I just continue to function while inside I feel like I’m slowly dying.
I’m confused, I can’t finish a thought, I go to do something and don’t know what. I’m lost.
And I’m still scared. I’m still too scared to cry. I’m too scared to let the tears come,in case I can’t stop them. And I can see the concern on my partners face. He knows what a strong person I am. That for the 7 months my mum went from being sick, to being told it was cancer and that she’d be lucky to make Christmas, I’ve been covering my emotions to stay strong for them. To being their support through it all. I’ve reined my feelings in, kept them in check.
And now, now I’m scared. I have to let go, to release them. I know what I need to do, but still, I’m scared
I love you Ma xx
So in May this year my mum started to get ill. At first we thought it was IBS (Irritable bowel syndrome). One night my dad went to his stamp club and got a phone call on the way there. It was my mum, she told him she was in unbelievable pain (we’re a family that will be in terrible pain before we complain) My dad shot home and had to take her to emergency. She ended up on morphine as nothing else would dull the pain. Meanwhile they discovered a mass in her stomach area. Long story short, after numerous testing, she has colon cancer.
Fast forward. She went for an operation to remove the mass. It seemed to help. She had almost no pain. Alas it didn’t last long. The biopsy showed that the cancer had spread to her liver and lungs. In the last couple of months she has lost almost 30 kilograms (she was 77kg, now shes 47kg). This is because she barely eats. Shes in so much pain, that even the morphine barely helps. All she does is sleep.
My heart is in pieces. I can’t imagine a world without my mum. Even though over the years we’ve had huge fights or gone months without speaking because we’re peeved with one another. She’s still been my mum, and I’ve always loved her. And as I write this I’m struggling to see through the tears that slide down my cheeks.
And I think, what will my dad do. They’ve been together since 1962 and married since 1963. 53 years married to my mum. I can already see what my mums pain does to my dad. If my heart is in pieces how is my dads.
I’m grateful that with all the things that happened in the past between my mum and I, that I’ve made peace with her. That everytime I fly down to see them, I go lie on the bed beside my mum and hold her while she sleeps. This woman, who was so big to me, is now tiny and fragile. I tell her I love her. When I’m at home, my dad and I talk on the phone everyday and before we hang up he takes the phone through to my mum, holds it beside her ear. And even though she may be sleeping I tell her I love her, that she’s the greatest. And before we hang up I tell my dad I love him and I’m only a phone call away.
Then I go to my bedroom, lie on the bed and cry.
My heart is breaking. Soon, my world will change and never be the same again. I will lose one of the greatest loves of my life. My Mum.