I’m sitting here by my mums hospital bed, not knowing what to do or think or feel. It’s gone half past 9 and the other patients are slowly falling asleep. Mainly ladies of senior years, and then there’s my mum. This time last year, she was a 62 year old lady who was still very much active. Although cancer was prevalent in her body, she made sure she was the boss, not it.
So fast forward to a year later and here we are, me sitting with my mum in the very first hospital ward I ever worked on, in the same bay that my very first patient passed away in. How heartbreakingly poetic. Nursing someone when they’re palliative is never easy. It’s heart wrenching to see their families sit and hold their loved ones hand, knowing the slow agonising death is inevitable. And I here I am, doing the same with my own mother.
I can not describe what’s like to sit and watch someone you love suffer in agony. It’s like having someone peel off your skin, layer by layers and rub salt into the wounds. Every nasty word I’ve ever said, every argument, every shitty thing I’ve done to my mum is coming back to haunt me. I hope that I was a good daughter. I hope that my mum made into a good person. The one thing I want to do more than anything is out of my reach. It’s not in my power and it never was.
I hope I can do her proud. It kills me that she won’t be there if I ever get married. She won’t ever get to hold her grandchildren. All these things robbed because of a disease that doesn’t care who you are. No disease cares who you are, they’ll rob you blind of your dignity and your loved ones and all they’ll leave behind is the memory of the what was your loved one. The legacy of disease. It’s bitter and twisted, and it’s tearing up my soul.
It’s almost midnight. My mum can’t settle. She’s on so many painkillers she can’t form a sentence properly but she knows she’s still in pain. I’m helpless. All I can do is steal good moments of restfulness that she has and write about how this is absolutely stripping me of every fibre of my being. I don’t know what else to do. Watching someone you love, their body breaking down in front of you, painfully and slowly.
She left for the angels at half past 12 this morning. It feels like a kick in the gut. I can’t sleep because every time I close my eyes I can see the last few haunting moments. I don’t want to describe it because it’s too horrific. I don’t want it stuck in my head. I want to remember my mum as the kind, beautiful, brave amazing woman that everybody loved. Even till the end she fought like a hardened soldier. I’m hollow inside. All I want is to give her one last hug, one last cuddle and tell her I love her. I hope she knows. I hope she knows just how much I absolutely adored her and how my life will never be the same.
Good night, mum. Get some rest in heaven, I’ll see you again one day in the future. Just remember I love you and I’m so proud to be your daughter
Sharon xxx