That’s it. I just turned 25 and lost my mom to cancer. She was only in her mid 50s and never got to retire, become a grandmother or see me get married. She was the kindest, most gentle and wise person I ever knew, and we were extremely close. I still don’t think I’ve really grasped it all.
Last year we thought she had beat the unexpected ovarian cancer that she had been fighting since 2023. All the post-chemo/surgery tests they ran came back looking promising. She was back at work, she traveled with my dad, and we renovated my new apartment together. Then in early December, she was suddenly hospitalized with an ileus. They did emergency surgery and found that her intestines were covered in tumors, which is what caused the blockage. They operated on her three times that month and then said it was hopeless because she was too physically weak to still attempt another round of chemo. At the time, we were told that she maybe had a few weeks left. It was devastating and the worst Christmas I’ve ever had, obviously.
On April 3rd, she passed away. She lived longer than the doctors expected, but still left us way too early. My parents’ marriage of 36 years was so happy and they were still very much in love with each other – just two years ago, I remember my dad excitedly telling me about a date they were planning, and asking me for advice on what to wear. 🥹 Now she’s gone. Life can change so fast. On her last day, we were with her and agreed that it’s not “goodbye”, but “till we meet again”. She promised she’d stay in our hearts and watch over us. I still miss her so damn much.
My wedding is in October. She won’t be there and that breaks me a little.
Thanks for reading my rambling thoughts. It feels good to get it off of my chest.