I have posted my story before. Mum had a very bad back for 4 months. Then got a bad chest infection xrays all clear. She collapsed with fluid on lungs. 4 days later diagnosed with metastasised lung cancer. Primary source unknown as too ill for further tests, she died a week after being admitted to hospital. We held her until her last breath. I just feel so guilty. When they told us on the Friday night mum had cancer with a few weeks left if she fought the pneumonia, but it would be unlikely so only likely to last 72 hours. We were floored. When consultant told mum. She asked me and dad “how long”. We said. They don’t know as it’s down to wether you can fight this pneumonia. So we were urging her to fight the pneumonia so we could take her home which is what she wanted. We wanted to give her a slither of hope. But she never asked us any more questions. And I didn’t know what she wanted to know so I just held her and told her I wasn’t leaving her. I brushed her hair and washed her. I helped keep her calm when she was panicking. But we never spoke about the cancer. In the end I asked a lovely McMillan nurse to talk to her which they did and they asked mum all the questions they though she might have and they answered them. Mum couldn’t really speak because of her respiratory failure and on a mask. . She must have had so many unanswered questions. And I didn’t ask her.