This Tuesday my dear mum died suddenly. I can't say it was unexpected, but definitely not in this way!
She'd been battling leukaemia for 8 years but her results of bone marrow were perfect! Last week her hematologist called that she was still in remission and they were very satisfied with her blood results. She could continue with her treatment that would prevent the cancer from returning. She was excited and so happy! We planned to celebrate great news. We wanted to have a little party in our small family.

On Thursday, she got a mild discomfort in her stomach, but nothing worth mentioning. On Friday night she vomited. On Saturday she was very sleepy, vomited and couldn't eat. She felt better Sunday morning. She cooked lunch, washed dishes and ironed clothes.

Sunday afternoon she stumbled when walking, spilled a glass of water and had a few minor memory /concentration issues. She planned to go to her Dr the next day.

After midnight on Sunday (Monday morning) both dad and me had to support her on her way to the bathroom. She probably didn't see well. She was disoriented. She fell asleep again when suddenly she began coughing out water and couldn't turn her head to the side. We had to put her in a stabilised position. We called the ambulance.

When they came, they asked her if she knew where she was. She did know that correctly, however she couldn't tell what year it was and couldn't touch her nose with her finger. They took her with them at 2.46am Monday morning. We weren't allowed to go with her.
Monday at about 11-12 we were told she was unconscious and they did CT but there was no stroke, bleeding or clot in her brain. She wasn't reacting to any stimuli. But she was still breathing on her own. She was still in ordinary "internal department". In the afternoon/evening they put her into intensive care. At night they moved her to the resuscitation unit. Next day at noon (Tuesday) it was over.

They did all the tests and couldn't find any reason for this.

Now, I've lost my closest, most beloved being. Someone I spent all my weekends with, someone I called daily, who I depended on. You see I'm quite socially isolated, I don't have friends in this town, they're all over the country and abroad. My mum was here for me physically... To hug, to chat, cook and bake together...
Now dad has returned from their garden cottage (where they lived together with mum from the spring to the autumn) and he'll live with me in the flat. He's a good person but he never used to talk much and we never had a very close relationship because he used to sleep a lot and when he didn't sleep he was quiet or grumpy. He has a good heart and he is caring, but I don't really know him as a person...
But these days we're talking quite a lot and we do everything together. Perhaps this will strengthen our relationship...
But nothing can heal the wound of losing mummy in such a way.