13 days ago, we received the news we expected but still didn’t want. My Godmother, Mary, had finally decided she had had enough and stopped fighting.
A decade ago, she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer.
8 years ago, she was in remission.
5 years ago, she was diagnosed with Metastatic Breast Cancer in her lungs and back.
Less than a year ago, she was diagnosed with a brain tumour.
In her 10 years of living with this vile disease she never once stopped fighting. She is one of the most incredible people I have had the pleasure of knowing. She is strong, a fighter.
While we knew that in the not so distant future this would happen, it has still hit us all incredibly hard.
I don’t think it has sunk in yet to be honest.
Friday, it will.
Friday is her funeral. We have been instructed to wear bright colours. It will be Boyo’s first funeral. He has made the decision to come to the funeral by himself. Children are welcome so Princess Pants and Comma will be joining us at the memorial service afterwards.
Mary wouldn’t want us to be sad, her funeral is set to be a celebration of her life rather than a mourning of her death.
So, before we can have fun at the Halloween surprise I have planned, we must focus on getting through saying goodbye to my beautiful Godmother!