I lost my sister to ancer just over 8 years ago - she was 15, I was 13. She was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour when she was 10, fought against the odds to beat it but was left physically disabled. 5 years later, she then developed a second primary brain cancer, unrelated to the first, which was much more agressive and took her life after 10 short weeks. I don't think I dealt with it at the time. Looking back I can see how I never made any cry for help, instead seeming to just get on with it because that is what I thought I should do. 8 years on and I now seem to be suffering with grief, but am having a hard time accepting that that's what it is. Maybe I'm just makine excuses and looking for attention. I can't validate my feelings. Had a bad day, and lots of thoughts about the moments I watched her die, and I can't shake the images so thought it was time to finally post on here rather than just read. Would be lovely to hear from some one. Take care, Kerri x
