My mum sadly lost her battle with cancer on May 7th 2013 at the age of 58 and less than 3 years since we lost our brother. My mum showed amazing courage to the end and I was lucky to have spent a fantastic weekend back home with a ‘famous Rolfe family BBQ’ where I cooked my mum her favourite red snapper fish which she devoured. That same weekend my mum sat me down and said “Steph I need to talk to you”. I knew what was coming as she had sat down with my 2 brothers and sister individually already. She told me that she wasn’t scared, at this point I couldn’t hold the tears back and cried telling her that I was, that I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it, I had already lost my brother I couldn’t lose her too. My mum held me trying to reassure me that everything would be ok, telling me how she had shown my dad how to cook a roast (Mum always done a big roast for the whole family every Sunday) and that she had picked a song she wanted at her funeral and the CD was upstairs at the side of her bed, the rest she said was up to us kids what we wanted. I never thought that when I left that Monday that I would never see my mum again. It was the following day my dad rang me to say that she had passed away.
I miss my mum and brother dearly and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of them.
Nearly 6 years since I found I had the BRCA gene I had a phone call to inform me that they had a date for my operation – in 9 days time!!
I’m not sure of the average wait time for this operation but I had a few problems along the way, my first consultant left the hospital and then later my notes went AWOL. After this I made sure I contacted my consultant to chase up appointments.
So with just over a week till my op I had so much to organise, first was to tell my boyfriend hat we wouldn’t be going to Portugal in 12 days time and second was to inform work, who have always and continue to be really supportive. Then I rang my dad, nan, brothers and sister.