Regular readers may recall that 5 years ago we had a harrowing week away in Italy as we learned of the sudden death of my youngest brother M from cancer. He had been ravaged by the disease in a very short period. And I missed seeing him before we managed to get back. Now here’s a sad tale; my young sister H, the baby of the family 12 years my junior, had been dealing with a spinal cancer situation for the last few years. She’d been elected for an experimental drug programme after years of surgery and therapy but a sudden change in her condition necessitated a mastectomy a couple of weeks ago. Long story short it didn’t go well and her condition deteriorated. On Saturday night we learned she had little time left, days possibly, and headed up early Sunday morning to Blackpool Victoria Hospital. Half an hour away from Blackpool we learned my lovely sister H had passed away.
She was in her mid 50’s like my brother. Sigh. It’s just the cruellest disease and it continues to ravage my family. My father has now said good bye to his youngest son and only daughter both of whom had become his closest friends because their own lives had, sadly, become partner-free. We saw my sister in her hospital room and spent time with my family later that day and night. My dad was in pieces but after a few drinks and a some memory laughs over dinner at my brother’s place, he seemed to be in slightly better spirits.
But nothing disguises losing the youngest family member in such difficult, painful circumstances. Irony of ironies this weekend H received in her mail notification that her new drug programme at Christie’s had been authorised to commence Monday. Everything is just too late. And late surgical interventions feel like unnecessary pain-inducing experiments. I’ve lost a lot of faith in so called cancer experts. The little girl I shared a room with and who was a 7 year old bridesmaid at our wedding has gone. A bright, funny, lovely, beloved girl has passed away long before her time.
This is just too painful. I picked up a picture from her mantelpiece of me with her and my brother, from around 1995. They’re both now gone, like my hair and dress sense. Miss you lovely guys.
Ah f*ck! So sorry mate, what can I say?
What a lovely photo of M and H ❤️.
Just heartbreaking. H was my caring, happy, funny friend since primary school. Her strength and courage throughout her often painful treatment was remarkable and she kept fighting right to the end. Sending sincere condolences to you all.
Oh Paul, our hearts go out to you and your family….We can only hope that there might be some comfort in knowing they are both beyond pain now, and that it may in time ease yours. With deepest condolences, Jim and ML
We are so sorry to hear about the loss of your sister. Thinking of you at this very sad time. Phil & Lynne
Many thanks for the lovely comments everyone, much appreciated.
So very sorry for your loss Paul, please accept my condolences.