The night before the funeral, Max and I thought of some possible music dedicated to her. Uncle Kevin was very helpful and brought over some CDs. He went back home to prepare for his speech, which he had nearly finished writing. I noticed Max had started writing one too. I was very surprised because at… Continue reading Signs..
One step at a time..
Within a space of a week or two, I now had to take the next steps and with a little help from my uncles, especially Uncle Brian - who undoubtedly, was brilliant when he helped my Mum with all the paperwork and funeral arrangements out when Dad died. It was so stressful and I hadn't… Continue reading One step at a time..
The morning after..
Max and I hugged each other tightly and sobbed our hearts out until our clothes were soaked with tears. 'She's free now Kate, shes's with Dad. No more pain. No more suffering' Max sniffled. Frances had left the room quietly to probably spend some quality time alone. I couldn't imagine how he was… Continue reading The morning after..
The last and long nights..
Max and I informed the whole family the heartbreaking news that it will soon be the time to come for our lovely, beautiful, amazing and most wonderful mother to depart from us (still breaks my heart even saying these words..). She was so strong and having to carry on for 8 years after losing her… Continue reading The last and long nights..
First time and only the last
Well..as you can imagine, the chemotherapy session that mum had was an intense, exhausting experience. It was like it had sucked her whole entire essence out of her. I tried to remain positive and wait until she once again regained her incredible strength to fight this long arduous battle. 'I know she can do this!'… Continue reading First time and only the last
Borrowed time..
Max and I both met up after work to see Mum and we had another lovely evening laughing and joking about old times. Her body may have been struggling from this evil, dreadful disease. But she was still able to crack a laugh - a very infectious laugh indeed (which I believe I may have… Continue reading Borrowed time..
A peaceful place
The hospice was so beautiful. We met all the nurses who were looking after Mum and we helped ourselves to tea, coffee and biscuits - which mum could never have enough of. It was one of the foods she could easily stomach and plenty of cups of tea kept her body warm which she had… Continue reading A peaceful place
Feels like heaven..
The days and weeks felt like a whirlwind, and it was now the Summer of 2014 - when the days started to get very warm, which is a rarity for Britain these days. Mum was becoming more poorly and had to have some fluid drained from her stomach because the cancer was getting bigger, and… Continue reading Feels like heaven..
Emotional Torment
Following the aftermath of the worst day of our lives, the family supported and worked together to divide time to visit Mum at the hospital. She found it exhausting at times, but she found it so comforting. I had come to work and told my manager and colleagues the devastating news - which they were… Continue reading Emotional Torment
Life is so unfair..
'Cancer?..I don't understand..' I sniffled. 'Why? And what the hell has caused this?' There was a short pause and the look of empathy and sadness spread across his face. He lowered his head. ' A lot of different things may have caused this. We had a chat with your Mum and we all know that… Continue reading Life is so unfair..
Butterflies and Rainbows - Katie's Journey 