Two months today since my daughter died from Breast Cancer. It has been the worst and most difficult time in my life, however I just wanted to share some things with those of you who know what its all about. I thought I was preparing myself for her death in the weeks I nursed her, however I underestimated how painful it would be. At times I couldn't believe it was possible to feel so much pain in my chest and live through it. Mentally my brain just seemed to pack up, couldnt think what I wanted to say at times, which was quite alarming. I think my OH thought I had developed Dementia overnight!.
I found that spending time with her children helps, just talking about their Mum and all the things she said and did helped all of us.
I keep busy, and have just begun some volunteering admin work for a charity near us. I like to be with people who dont know about my sadness. "Friends" very soon got tired of hearing me witter on about DD, so I have learned not to mention her. However my OH is great and will give me a hug when I am crying my eyes out. I am surprised how my feelings have changed from week to week. The sixth week was hell, my brain finally accepted that she was gone, she wasnt in hospital and I would never see her again.
The hardest thing is going for tea to my daughters house. Her chair is empty and It has finally dawned on me that she isnt upstairs and she will never be there again.
However we are slowly picking ourselves up , and I'm helping my son-in-law as much as possible. OH and I have booked a holiday in Spain in May. The night of my birthday when we would normally be having a tea party I will be travelling to Airport.
Last of all I want to thank you all for your kind comments and advice, I have read all your comments over and over again, and it has helped a great deal.
I know I will never be the same person again, but I hope in time I will learn to accept a life that doesnt include my daughter. Bless you all.
Brenda