On the 27th of April 2019, my mother passed away from stage IV breastcancer, with bone and liver mets. She was the most courageous, strong, inspiring and loving person I've ever met, and my dad, sister and I are left completely in pieces without her. She was sick for a little over two years, after being diagnosed with stage IV out of the blue in March 2017. She had no symptoms and just happened to be at the doctor's office for something entirely different when they decided to do a scan. We were incredibly lucky for over a year and a half. She had almost no pain, responded excellently to chemo and Ibrance, and lived every day with so much love and joy. In January 2019, she started feeling ill and they discovered mets in her liver. This time around, she couldn't take the chemo and they had to stop treating her. But even up until the very end, she remained strong, positive and so eager to keep on living. She never gave up hope, and neither did we. And I'm glad we didn't, because hope is what gets you through the worst of times.
I am so grateful for being able to be by her bedside every single day for the last four months. We read books together, painted our nails, watched TV, ordered pizza and talked about what was on our minds. We were all there the day she died, and I know that she knew that. Through all the heartbreaking moments and difficult times, when it seemed easier to just walk out of the room or take a few days off and not be there, I stuck through it and I am so glad that I did.
So here's my intention with this post:
I want to tell you, you who visit this site every week, sometimes every day, desperately seeking advice and information, and just a little bit of hope, to be able to keep going; you're stronger than you think. Don't stop hoping, not even for a second.
Spend as much time as you possibly can with the people you love in this life. I know it's difficult, for me it's been the most difficult thing in my life, but it will be worth it in the end. If your loved one's in hospital or hospice, or sick at home, stay with them. Hold their hand, tell them you love them, and then tell them again. You only get one chance to do it right, and then they're gone forever.
And to everyone posting on this forum: My mother never posted herself, but she read your posts religiously, and she found so much comfort, hope and inspiration in all of you. She talked so fondly of this forum for so long, that I had to check it out too, and it has also helped me. So thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Love from Norway.
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