Grieving The Living

 My journey through grief began 4 years ago on Valentine's Day, 2017.  My daughter had been ill and after a misdiagnosis and unneeded ovary removal...she was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer at the age of 27!  That Valentine's Day she went through a 10 hr colonectomy surgery that would ever change her living with any normalcy..especially and that age! Living with an ileostomy at that age is a devestating change!  But after being told she had thousands of pylops and it was a genetic defect, and already at stage 4, incurable....I was beyond devestated for my child.  I just wanted her to have no matter what adjustments she had to go through. 

I was beyond lucky to be her mother, caregiver until the very end and realize how precious life is.  I spent 3 years attempting to make every moment count..no matter how big or small.  And I appreciate that greatly.

But I also spent 3 years of the ups and downs of treatment, sickness and watching her die that I was already grieving for what would become the loss of my first born, oldest daughter, best friend and my world.  

Life will never be the same but I achieve to be happy and live life the way she would want me to.  Through this blog I hope to help and encorage  others do the same.  

Everyone is not on the same journey but we can still help each other reach our destination.

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