Hi
I so identify with you but for me it was my dad. He had always been there for me, through thick and thin. My dad was always there when I needed help etc, I was so close to him.
When he was given a terminal prognosis of 5 months I was in bits. Panick attacks etc. I was walking about at 3 am in the morning. I couldn’t sleep. It’s worse for the on-lookers than those who are actually going through it.
I feel for you - I really do.
Mal x