This is my entry for the 'My Sadness' challenge at
Last year (2016), my mother was diagnosed with cancer of the oesophogus and was given a prognosis of 3 months. She survived for 2 months and 1 day from the date of that prognosis. 3 days after her death, my father (who was already in the early stages of dementia) started collapsing and ended up in hospital. It was discovered that he was bleeding internally from a suspected burst stomach ulcer. He was too agitated for them to investigate with an internal camera, so they pumped blood into him to try to replenish the loss. Unfortunately, the lack of oxygen to his brain affected his memory and made him even more agitated - he had no idea who anyone was (including himself), where he was, even that the world around him existed. 13 days after my mother's death, my father also died.
I have 2 siblings, and we all pulled together to help out. I live in Spain, but went back to the UK and spent around 4 months there caring for them - we were all strong and we all pulled together. Taking dad to the hospital to visit mum every day, cooking for him, keeping house, etc. None of us begrudged doing what we had to do - we willingly did it. The result of taking on the strength for all 3 of us was that when mum died, we continued to be strong for dad, then when dad died, we could have all collapsed in a heap, but somehow you actually can't - you keep up the strength, and your grief turns inward. I know we all feel the same, and none of us have yet grieved properly and openly - perhaps we never will, perhaps it will all come pouring out one day - who knows?
Mum loved orange roses. I planted an orange rose bush in her garden, and upon returning to my home, I planted an orange rose here for her, and a red rose for dad.
I only hope that when she passes by an orange rose in heaven, she spares a thought for me.Stock used:
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