By Rachael Chadwick
The heartfelt and uplifting tale of the way a venture to scatter 60 Postcards in reminiscence of her mom helped a tender woman come to phrases along with her loss.
On eleven February 2012 Rachael Chadwick misplaced her mom to melanoma, simply 16 days after first being clinically determined, and her international shattered correct in entrance of her. completely bored stiff of the milestones and reminders, in December of that 12 months she determined she might do whatever assorted and created a undertaking dependent round her Mum's coming near near sixtieth Birthday. wanting to unfold the observe concerning the exceptional individual she had misplaced, Rachael had the brainwave of leaving notes round a urban in her reminiscence. determining she might take it a step extra she questioned what might occur if she may ask humans to reply to her? filled with wish and effort she hand-wrote sixty postcards, each one together with her e mail tackle on the backside asking the finder to get in contact. yet one query remained, the place may still she go?
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But Dad kept telling me that she couldn’t – she needed to rest. This had never happened before and it was driving me insane. Please call me, Mum. The house party was obviously not the fun event I had planned. My mind was on Mum. I felt so distracted, worrying about her and wishing that I had just gone home to Dorset. But Mum would have hated that – she hated a fuss being made about her. I spent a lot of time hiding in my room that evening and I remember at one point sitting on the steps outside with my friend Beth telling her that even though everyone was saying that Mum was fine, I was not buying it, not for a second.
I decided that, rather than being miserable, I would try to make light of it all. I may have gone a little far as I was so nervous. I announced to Mum that I heard she was being a drama queen (still makes me cringe) but she laughed and I gave her a big bear hug. There was not much that we could do at this point apart from wait until the next week when the oncologists were to investigate further and look at potential treatment options. Why can’t we find out right now? I wanted to catch my dad on his own so, once I had spent some time with Mum, putting on the happy front as I had promised myself, I managed to catch him in the kitchen.
I was so relieved to hear that she was in good hands. She was given a drip to rehydrate her and to get her back on track. In she went for her scans and the results that came back were extremely odd but showed a sign of hope. The family seemed to be in high spirits. I was at work when I received the news that the doctors had come to the conclusion that whatever it was on Mum’s liver had grown so much in just one week that it didn’t seem possible it was cancer – it couldn’t have developed that quickly.