My Mother.

Hiya everyone. This is going to be a little different post because it’s kinda gonna be a memorial type post?? (idk)

I’m unsure if I ever mentioned it before now on this blog because it didn’t really seem relevant to whatever I was posting. Actually, the more I think about it, I may have written about it in my Mental Health Journey So Far post. I’m unsure though so correct me if I’m wrong!

The fact is, I don’t have a mother. Well I do and always will, she’s just no longer alive. She died on August 7th 2014 due to a long ass fight with breast cancer.

The thing that shocks me the most is when she was in the hospital, they told my dad that she would be lucky to live to see my niece being born which was only estimated in two weeks time. But, she actually lived on to see another niece born, and a little bit after. Two years. They told her two weeks. That just goes to show what type of person my mum was.

 

 

 

It was a tough two years but I would have much rather have had those two years than just those two weeks promised. It just feels like there is a huge chunk of my heart that’s now empty and that’s no fault to anyone but cancer itself.

 

 

 

She’s literally my angel and I hope I’m doing her even a little bit proud because she deserves that. I’m glad she’s not in pain anymore but I’d much rather her be here alive without any cancer than up in the clouds. Just cannot believe it’s been three years already..

I love you so much mom,

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