Dear all, I am the kind of person who cries very easily but since my lovely mum passed away on June 11th I don't think I have cried once. While she was dying I briefly shed some tears because it was sooo horrible to see her waste away - there were times when she was distressed and couldn't tell me why and it was awful to see. But this whole journey with her over the last three years has been such a nightmare - I am single, father already passed away, no siblings etc that I could barely cope alone with seeing her decline, especially as in the last few months she totally lost the ability to swallow, was emaciated and unable to communicate at all. When she contracted pneumonia, I made the decision with the GP, to withdraw treatment, so, in a way, hastened her death, but it would, from what I understand have been inevitable as she was in such a state. She took ages to pass away - her breathing stopped for long periods then started again over 4 days - the care home workers had never seen anything like it ! Anyway we (me, cousin, care home Chaplain) were with her when she finally went. When she finally stopped breathing I just felt total and utter relief - I think I was even smiling. Now, of course, I feel guilty about that and wonder if I am normal and/or am bottling something up inside. The thing is I don't think I am. I am now back in Mali , West Africa where I live, and have the worst flu I have ever had in my life - which I don't think is unconnected ( ie 'symptoms' are coming out as physical rather than emotional).
I keep thinking I am going to blow at some point cos I feel so calm now. The only thing I can say in mitigation is that I keep having weird, quite peculiar dreams about her death and/or have to pinch myself to tell myself it has really happened. I have plenty of wonderful friends to talk to about it - indeed it is refreshing to be in Africa where the subject is not taboo - but why don't I feel sadder ? I adored my mum.
Answers on a postcard please ... !
love Sarah C xx
I keep thinking I am going to blow at some point cos I feel so calm now. The only thing I can say in mitigation is that I keep having weird, quite peculiar dreams about her death and/or have to pinch myself to tell myself it has really happened. I have plenty of wonderful friends to talk to about it - indeed it is refreshing to be in Africa where the subject is not taboo - but why don't I feel sadder ? I adored my mum.
Answers on a postcard please ... !
love Sarah C xx
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