Gone but Not Forgotten

[Kishy]

We'll meet again one day..

[mrmina]

excuse my ignorance.

who is it

[Kishy]

You now know bro

[RG]

but we don't...

[Kishy]

Make an educated guess..

[Ratmick]

Well, there is more than a passing familial resemblance...

...and I don't think I need to guess, condolences mate.

[Kishy]

Thanx mate. Lady was my mother

Shes still in my loungeroom in her urn. One day I intend to plant a
tree in the backyard & put her underneath it bc she loved gardening.

[Jonno]

Condolences to you and your family, never easy.

[Stereo]

My condolences...

[mfzx6r]

My Condolences aswell

[briffa]

Kishy
I am sorry to hear it and she was so young.
All the best
Paul

[Kishy]

Guys

Died from cancer. Had breast cancel in her early 50's. Had a breast removed & chemo
so went into remission.

Fast forward 10yrs to early July 2003 she was doing gardening when she started feeling
pain. Didnt think much of it. Then she started feeling run down all the time. One day she
collapsed at home. Luckily my sister (nurse) was there. Ambo's rushed her to hospital. I
saw her that night after work. Doctors said the cancer had just come back & this time they
couldnt do nothing about it (was in her bones this time). They transferred her to another
hospital for palitive care the next day. She held on for 3wks.

She wanted to die at home, so the hospital brought her home & she spent the last 3 days
in her bed. Last audible words I heard her say was I love you all. She then went into a deep
sleep & died the following night. We saw her take her last gasp of air & waited for the
next breath but it neva came.

Cancer is a bitch of a disease.

Neva take ya parents for granted. Ya only get one set of em & once their gone thats it.

[Ratmick]

Mate, that's very very sad .

My father died of a very aggressive array of cancers at the tender age of 24. Started in his spine and got into the lymphatic system and ended up everywhere...liver, kidneys, testes, brain... Back in the late 60's they couldn't do a great deal, and he left my mum with two very young children of the ages of 4 and nearly 2 (myself and my brother), one of who was extremely deaf and hyperactive (my brother).

My wife's father passed away 18 months ago from lung cancer, but it took two horrible years for the disease to finally get him. As the cancer wasn't a smoker's type of cancer it didn't form into a large 'hey there it is, let's go remove it' type of tumour, it was spread evenly through both lungs. Hence they couldn't operate and all they could offer was palliative care and operations to drain litres and litres of fluid from his chest cavity. Towards the end he didn't eat and was hooked up to a morphine drip, and they brought him home to die. Ros didn't handle this very well, she has unresolved issues with the relationship between her and her dad, and alas is still suffering from these.

There were positive things to come out of the whole sad and sorry episode. Were that by chance there at the very end and Ros was holding his hand when we just stopped breathing. He had said earlier he didn't want to die alone in the dark, and even though he was unconscious for a couple of days beforehand (and out of his head on morphine), we like to think he somehow knew she was there.

Most people don't have the privilege of either being there to share the moment of going, or conversely leaving this existence being surrounded by loved ones in a familiar environment. I think it was a good thing (in retrospect) for both Ros and her dad, and in your situation, your mum and her family. It brings a sense of closure, and personally I was honoured to be part of it.

Pax.

[Strika]

My sincerest and most heart felt thoughts are with you and your family at the moment. I cannot begin to imagine how hurt you must be. May she live forever in your fondest memories. I understand all about the big C, with my mother also suffering from it for over 20 years. Chin up and remember she is always with ya! .....Especially as you type

[kaneg]

Our condolences, she was far too young to go.....
We feel for you,
Pete & Joy