My mother Stina passed away the 19. of novenmber. I love her of all my heart and I fought for her life in two month. It is the worst thing that ever happened and could happen. I of course miss her terribly every minute of the day and I still have to say to myself what has happened. I keep going over in my mind how I or the doctors could have found out earlier so that she could have had some kind of treatment. It is so so strange that she will not enter the dor again with her beautiful smile and wunderfull shearfull spirit.
I am only 29 and she only 67, we had so many dreams for the future. The worst thing for me to think about is that she will not be there for me if/when I have children – I know that it was her dream too. I told her that I was afraid of that, she didn’t say anything I think it scared her that I said that. I think she had a strong belief that she would be well again.
In july she had dificulties walking and pain in the left leg, therefore she went to the doctor. At the hospital they didn