My mom died 2 weeks ago. She’s been diagnosed with late stage cancer right before Easter. They said she probably has only 5 weeks to live. Doctors told her, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. After her strokes in 2018 she had short term memory disfunction and some new memories sticked and some didn’t. She became weaker and weaker. She barely ate or drank. She still defied the odds of the prognoses and made it to almost 3 months. The last 2 weeks were tough for her. She was fully aware about everything around her. Which made it even harder to watch. She didn’t suffer pain, but she had nightmares and had a hard time breathing. I spent as much time as possible with her, despite the fact that her toxic husband was always around. In the morning of the day she died she came back a bit. Mobilizing her last energy. In the evening I got the call from her husband that she took her last breath. I rushed to her, and stayed with her for 3 hours until the undertaker took her away. I’m still crying thinking about it. Goodbye, mom, your are finally free of all your fears.

RIP