She had been ill since I remember but she got on with it.
It started with Kidney failure many years ago, I was in primary school.
Sadly over the years her medication caused even more issues.
A couple of years before she died she had to stop working. This was a big thing for her. She had worked nights for many years. She would work a night shift and then go straight to Kidney Dialysis the next morning - still in her work uniform.
When she had to leave work things slowly got worse. She had a few strokes; they didn't effect her as such - she was just a bit slower at stuff. Perhaps I thought it didn't effect her as much because she was so strong and she just got on with it - there was no winging or self pity.
I left for university and went back on the 23rd of December 2010 to go Christmas food shopping with my dad. When I got there my mom was really poorly and I called her an ambulance.
I was told at the hospital that she was close to dying; luckily she didn't die - hurrah!
She was in the intensive care unit and seeing her like that was the worst thing ever.
I thought it would all be OK - she always was, she was strong.
She never got any better, she stopped responding to treatment, she had a list of things wrong with her.
The hospital said that she would never have a good life - that she would be in a home, they suggested that we stop all treatment.
On the 11th of February 2011 she passed away - still to this day I can't understand how she could be there one second and gone the next.
I should have said and done so many things but I didn't; I'll regret that forever.