Last year my grandmother passed away from ovarian cancer. She was the strongest person I had ever met and I watched her slowly wilt away to nothing. I was there for her last breath along with my close family. I miss her so incredibly much. I wish I had been there more often, I tried to be, and I hope she knows how much I love her. My mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2003. She had surgery but they could only remove it partially. She'll have it for the rest of her life. The good news is that it's not growing. It hasn't yet anyways. What I wanted to discuss was weakness. My mother used to have up to 20-25 seizures a day, and now and then she still gets them. During those times, and even post-op I wasn't at the hospital nearly as much as I wanted to be. I cried all the time and literally could not watch her go through it. It tears me apart that I was so weak, and I've talked to her about it. She was going through so much more and I felt I was never there for her. Did anyone else feel that way? Was there ever any time you just COULDN'T deal with it? Or am I really a horrible person? I love my mother more than life itself and wish everyday it had been me. She knows how much I wanted to be there for her, but I still feel, after almost 5 years that I was a horrible daughter!
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