I still can't believe it happened so fast, my mom is gone & it was literally 17 days after she was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer with mets 😔. I am glad I was able to care for her in those last days at her home but I can honestly say it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I could only relieve her pain slightly with the meds prescribed & it is so hard to watch your family suffer, it's almost unbearable. I wouldn't have missed her last moments for anything though even though difficult, I wanted her to know I was there & she was aware enough for most of the 17 days to know it was me & all.
Now its 3 weeks later & my mom's ashes are finally ready, so my cousin will be getting them to me here in California. It kinda feels like it just happened & the anticipation of receiving her ashes is gonna mean it's really over, my mom is really gone😥 no more phone calls, can't visit her, I will only have her ashes & few momentos to physically "see" her around. I do know her spirit may visit & be near watching over me & I welcome that, but it's never gonna be the same for me without her.
