ruggedmarlin2 said:After fighting ovarian cancer for five whole years—it was such an intense battle—my sweet mom passed away yesterday at 64... and I just feel completely shattered... It honestly felt like things were finally looking up, like she was actually going to handle the chemo... but then the vomiting started again, and then literally the same day she was supposed to start therapy, they told us her condition was critical... her blood pressure was tanking, her blood counts were a total disaster... and that we only had hours left... She was talking so beautifully with us that day... she seemed so peaceful, totally free from the pain... We were trying so hard to stay strong for her because she kept insisting that tomorrow would be better... that she just needed a little time to recover... I really think the doctors might not have even told her the full truth... and honestly, we didn't have the courage to say goodbye... we just kept saying "see you tomorrow"... and even until the very end, she was thinking about everyone else... asking us to grab some juices for the nurses... telling me to clean her room before they arrived... and wanting to celebrate my birthday which is in just a few days... But those few hours just flew by so fast that I couldn't even find the right words to say to her one last time... it’s like I missed my chance... and now I feel even worse because I can't shake this feeling that I didn't do enough for her... that I shouldn't have gone out with my friends over the weekend instead of staying by her side all day... that I should have hugged her every single day like it was the last... and there's just so much more... and now it's too late for any of that....
ruggedmarlin2, I am so, so sorry, truly my deepest condolences...
My dad passed away a year ago, and I spent the entire day right there with him, following the ambulance to the hospital, and I stayed with him day and night as long as the doctors and staff would let me stay. I even ran home to grab a clean pair of pajamas and a pillow just so he could be a little more comfortable during his night at the hospital.
I didn't manage to be with him at the very, very end; the nurses, who knew what was coming, wanted to spare us from that final breath, and even after a whole year, I still haven't made peace with it. The guilt and the sadness just eat at me, like I should have done more, like I should have been more determined to stay so he wouldn't have to go alone at the very end...
I keep blaming myself constantly, and I keep dreaming about those final moments...
What I really wanted to say is that you're going to have to forgive yourself, even though you don't actually have anything to forgive. No matter what we do, no matter how it happens, I feel like we will always find something to blame ourselves for, always finding that one thing that "should have" happened differently
I don't believe for a second that your mom would want you living with that kind of weight on your heart and that heavy conscience, and that's what I have to tell myself every single day
Hang in there