I still remember my precious child’s eyes. Old, wise eyes filled with pain and fear. I remember the unrelenting nausea and excruciating pain. I remember my beautiful child’s desperate fight to live.
I remember her holding my hand, her tears silently running down her cheeks… The fear in my heart that her suffering would never end.
Now I wish I could hold her one more time; wipe her precious tears away; whispering “I love you angel child”
Hospice has just fitted a subcutaneous driver – again. Vic’s pain has spiralled out of control over the past couple of days.
Vic was in absolute excruciating pain during the night. She battled to breath.
“Help me Mommy! I can’t stand the pain anymore…”
I lay next to her and put constant pressure on the area that hurt most. It was just below her ribcage – liver. …
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