I'm a new member. My fiance found this site for me and it seemed like it would help. My mother passed away 2 days ago. She had been diagnosed with cancer 2 years ago and she was in remission for a while but it came back and "presented in the ovaries". She had her first chemo on Friday and had a terrible reaction and couldn't stop vomitting. She was admitted to the hospital Monday and just seemed to get worse and worse. She had to be put on a breathing tube and IV antibiotics. The infection caused something to burst and she died. I never got to say goodbye. She was my best friend in the whole world. I moved only a minute up the street when I moved out because I couldn't stand being far away from her. I saw her everyday. I only have 30 minute lunch breaks but I was would drive to her house on my breaks just to see her smiling face. Now she's gone and I feel like I'm going to die right along with her. This is unlike any pain I've ever felt. She died so suddenly. No one was prepared. She left 3 children, a husband, her mother, father, 2 brothers, sister, several nieces and nephews, and a brand new granddaughter behind. I need someone to tell me that this will get easier. I need someone to tell me that this horrible hole in my stomach will go away and I'll be able to eat and sleep again. I need to know that I'll be able to accept this. I need help.
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