He Lives in My Memories — Cicle Health
I lost my son to cancer two years ago, and it has been the most difficult moment of my life. He battled with lung cancer for some time before he died, and caring for him really truncated my mental health . I refused to employ a nurse to help with taking care of him. I did everything myself up until his last days. I just couldn't leave my son, so when the thought of quitting my job came, I didn't even bother to rationalize it. I sent my resignation letter and stayed with my son, hoping he'd get better. He Lives in My Memories The rest of my family spent his last days saying their goodbyes, but I refused to give up on him, I kept researching on treatments and drugs, praying and looking for a way out. I just couldn't let him go. So, as you can guess, I was devastated when he died. It felt like I was stuck in a very dark tunnel. I didn't attend his funeral because I couldn't stand to watch them lower the body of my beloved son into the ground. So, I started drinking...