Coping with loss and if I did enough as a caregiver
After a brief battle with ovarian cancer, my 85-year old mom died peacefully in her sleep at the end of July. Watching her decline was so painful. Sad that a disease transforms someone who was so strong and independent throughout her life into someone who virtually could not do anything for herself in the end. It's been a month and I am still second-guessing myself if I made the right decisions as a caregiver. Since her diagnosis I have been living back in the old family home. It still feels so sad and lonely here as her death marked the loss of my second parent.