My mom passed away yesterday afternoon.
3 years ago, she was diagnosed with very advanced breast cancer, which became metastatic. She spent a couple of years doing hormone treatments, and eventually chemotherapy.
Christmas Day, she was taken to hospital via ambulance with severe abdominal pain. Turned out that the cause was a perforated ulcer.
Surgery was simple, but unfortunately, the recovery was too much for her body to deal with. She developed Respiratory Distress Syndrome on Saturday - in lungs riddled with cancerous tumors and 4 decades of smoking.
On Sunday, her husband, brothers and myself gathered around her in her last hours, held her hands and talked to her. She was heavily sedated, there was no sign that she knew we were there except that she held on to life until we had all come to her.
She passed about an hour after we all came together.
My mom was my best friend in so many ways. Sure, we had our rocky times - some for years at a time - but we'd really come together in the last few years.
It's only been one day, and I miss her so much already.