I wasn't always the bestest daughter, I left home without telling her when I was 18 to move in with my boyfriend (whom I'm still with) but it broke her heart and I wasn't especially bothered, things improved and the 3 years before she died we had a fab relationship, she was the first person I would think of to turn to and the first person I wanted to tell things too. I spoke to her at least 3 times a week, but usually every day, I'm hoping that writing this will give me a place to put all the things I would have liked to phone her and tell her, maybe she's reading it, I'm not sure what I think of that but it would be nice to think so.
My mum died of cancer, she was first diagnosed in 1999, she was put in remission in 2001, diagnosed again in 2007, stopped medication in 2008 and it came back for the last time in January 2009, dad told me afterwards that she had known since Christmas 2008 that it was back but she only told me and my brother in June 2009 so it was pretty quick after finding out that we lost her.
I'm off out now but I plan to update this regularly.
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