My mom fought colon cancer for 10 years and passed away very suddenly. We all thought she had more time, even her. A year or two at least. But in late January she started coughing up blood and was hospitalized with pneumonia for four days. Then she was sent home and she had a decent recovery through February. Her chemo was started up again the last week of Feb and after one treatment, she became really sick with pneumonia again. She was hospitalized Feb. 29 and she never got to come home. She passed away March 23. That was my husband's birthday. Between March 9 and March 18, the doctors were giving us hope that her condition was treatable; that it was just severe pneumonia and ARDS (acute respiratory distress syndrome). Both conditions were still life threatening, but we were hopeful it was treatable and that it was not the cancer out of control. After she died, they did and autopsy to determine if it was cancer or just inflammation and infection that killed her. I haven't gotten the results back from that yet. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway. I thought I'd want to know, but now that she's gone, I don't really care. She's gone, so what does it matter?
She passed away as I held on to her arm, had it wrapped around my waiste as I sat beside her. I can't get these images out of my head. I can't get the sound of her last breath out of my head.
I can't even describe the void I feel, the depression, the anger, the pain. I start grief counseling tomorrow but I'm just hurting so badly I don't even know how anything can help. I'm so depressed; I just miss her so much it is physically painful.