Suicidal thoughts don’t take Christmas holidays – but neither do we.
We’re not going anywhere this Christmas or New Year.
We’ll be right where we’re needed as always, on the phone lines ready to listen.
Call free day or night on 116 123.
I miss my daughter.
Charlotte died on 24th February 2016.
She was just nineteen years old.
She died in a coma.
Some people say it was a long time ago.
For me, it will always be yesterday.
Before cancer, we shopped for clothes.
After diagnosis, we shopped for wigs.
We used to love eating out together.
After thirty-two days of radiotherapy, Charlotte couldn’t eat at all.
You were frightened of needles once.
Then blood tests became weekly.
Cancer took that fear away, it took so much more too.
After diagnosis, life was never “normal” again.
Hospitals became your world.
Endless chemotherapy. Endless waiting.
Yet every week, you bought me flowers.
Now I buy the flowers.
Every week.
And I take them to where you rest.
Glioblastoma is a terminal grade 4 brain cancer.
There is no cure.
In her final weeks before the coma, Charlotte was stripped of everything
her speech, her mobility, her independence, her dignity.
Glioblastoma does not pause.
It does not compromise.
It does not stop until it kills.
My son and I have worked tirelessly since
raising awareness, raising funds, telling Charlotte’s story
so that she is not just a statistic,
and so that one day another family might hear different words.
I miss my daughter.
And I always will.
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