Me Mum was diagnosed with Stage IV Breast Cancer in late 2016, leading to her passing away in 2018; the whole ordeal of which started this journey for me of accepting and understanding my uniqueness. She was pure love, Heaven on Earth. She understood me better than anyone and knew all the little things that would delight my spirit and brighten my day.
Since her passing, it has been really difficult to step up and be that person for myself, especially after the additional passing of my elder sister (to Metastasised Stage IV Melanoma and Epilepsy) just two years later.
I have been completely obliterated, and yet my mother’s comforting voice has been guiding me through this wasteland, reminding me I am not broken, but beautifully necessary.
I heard my mother’s voice so clearly in my head as I read this last paragraph:
“My little girl is not broken. She is a prophet. I want to be wise enough to stop with her, ask her what she feels, and listen to what she knows.”Excerpt from ‘Untamed’ by Glennon Doyle
Always there for me, Mum. Even still. Thanks.