Pitru Paksha

Earlier this month, from Monday 20th September to Wednesday 6th October, I participated in the Hindu ritual known as Pitru Paksha. This is a mourning period where Hindus pay homage to their deceased loved ones. This process is to help the souls of the departed to achieve moksha, which is when the soul no longer goes through the process of reincarnation, and so suffering is ended. I never paid much attention to this ritual as I was never particularly close to any family members who had passed away, and last year I felt unable to partake as it had not been that long since my mum passed away. However, this year I decided that this was something I wanted to do, to ensure that mum is having a good experience in her next life.

The rituals involve giving different offerings, such as food, water and charity. I think this is definitely an inspirational ritual as it allows you to help others, reflect on your loss and continue to move forward without trying to forget who you have lost. Even though this is a Hindu ritual, I personally think that the messages behind this mourning period can be beneficial.

Each morning I would offer water and I would use the time to think about everything I have learned from my mum. It was a time for me to acknowledge that whilst she is no longer around, her teachings are still present. As I was told once: my mum had so much to offer; she had so much wisdom that it was time for her to pass on her knowledge to other people in a new life. I like this way of thinking as it brings me comfort to know that, if reincarnation is true, she is out there helping someone else in the way that she helped me.

This is, for me, the best way to remember someone. To use what you learned from them to help others, to remind yourself that in this way, the person you miss is still with you. As long as you continue to share the memories and knowledge of the person you have lost, they are never truly gone.

It’s Better in the Movies

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It is a bit of a cliché to say that everything looks better in films. Films always seem to have that happy ending, they dramatise the moments that are not so dramatic in real life and play down the more serious moments. It seems important for us to remember that television and cinema is there for our entertainment and, more often than not, we cannot learn exactly how life will play out from watching films, just occasionally life lessons.

However, more and more television programmes and films are using their platforms to discuss hard-hitting and taboo subjects.

When my mum was told that her cancer had spread to her brain and that the next course of action was whole-head radiotherapy, she became really invested in Coronation Street. In particular, Sinead’s storyline where she was dying of cancer. I remember asking her why she was watching the episodes leading up to and including her death, as I thought they would just upset her. Looking back I think she may have been watching to think about what death might be like, and to feel less alone.

It was excellently done by Coronation Street, showcasing the reality that cancer does not win because the victim didn’t fight hard enough, but because it is a cruel and unforgiving disease which knows how to take over your body. Of course, TV shows cannot showcase every detail and the exact harsh reality that comes with a disease like cancer, but what they can do is educate people and spread awareness of the different circumstances we can find ourselves in.

There are other examples of film, television and literature that are excellently conveying important messages through their work. It is great to know that people out there want to tackle the issues present in society and this continous effort will help to reduce the taboo surrounding death, grief and other subject matters.

A Degree of Compassion

I was in my final year of my undergraduate degree when my mum was diagnosed with stage 4 NSCLC. As most people undertaking an undergraduate degree will be familiar with, a dissertation or thesis is an integral component of your degree, and it is essential that you perform well in it. It was, naturally, very difficult for me to focus on both writing up my dissertation and caring for my mum simultaneously. Some of the lecturers on my course were sympathetic and compassionate when dealing with my situation. However, I had one lecturer in particular who was not so understanding.

I was very upfront with my ongoing situation with the superiors on my degree, so that any dip in performance or request for extension did not come as a shock. However, this did not work in my favour. I requested a couple of extra days to write up a draft for my dissertation, as I had been at the hospital with my mum and had not had time to write anything. I was told I had to submit what I had, but no matter how much I pleaded for even one more day, I was told to submit a draft. I remember writing some gibberish and handing it in, only to be told how awful my work was.

When I received such feedback, I explained again the situation I was in. The fact was, I was not trying to make excuses. I am not work-shy, and nobody who is trying to explain their situation is being lazy. But what was I told when I explained my situation? I was told that “we all have problems to deal with”.

That just broke me.

Who in their right mind would actually be using cancer as an excuse to not hand in a piece of work? I was just trying to explain the difficulties that I was facing and that I was struggling. Schools, universities & workplaces should be more empathetic and more understanding of the personal circumstances of those attending their establishments. It is not surprising that people struggle to talk about the issues they face when these are the sorts of responses received.

But we need to talk about it more. The more we are open about our difficulties, the more we can begin to educate other people about the correct way to deal with situations and the importance of being sympathetic and kind to everyone.

It has not been all bad for me, though. During my postgraduate degree, my lecturers were more sympathetic and empathetic when I informed them of my mum’s passing, and gave me the opportunity to interrupt my studies and return the following year after having time to grieve. They were also sympathetic about me not attending university events or meetings during difficult moments, such as my mum’s death anniversary or birthday. And this is the way it should be. Nobody should have to struggle with their issues.

It is important for us to normalise open discussion about all problems, whether they are physical, emotional or financial. And it is important for us to remember to be kind, you never know what is going on in someone’s personal life, and what you say can have a huge impact on their well-being.

A Letter to Mum

Dear Mum,

Sometimes, just as I believe that I’ve come to terms with everything, it all comes crashing down again. I will go days as if they are normal, and I’ll live relatively ignorant to the gaping hole in my life. But suddenly, like a ton of bricks, it will hit me. You’re gone. You’re not coming back. You’re only in my life in spirit.

You would have been 56 this month. I spent my whole life thinking it wouldn’t matter what adversity I would be faced with because I would have you. Now, I am forced to face each challenge on my own.

I don’t want to be brave. I don’t want to be strong. I want to have you again. I want to be able to curl up into a ball and have you tell me everything will be okay. 110% of the time you knew the answer, even when I couldn’t explain the question. Now life feels like taking an exam with no resources to refer to, I am just guessing my way through.

That’s the sad part of life though, isn’t it? Life is so beautiful, but it must come to an end. I just hope you are happy in your new life, and that I am making you proud in this one.

Tu es, et tu seras toujours, la meilleure maman du monde ❤️

Love Zenouska

At a Crossroads

Career Crossroads
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Do you ever find yourself in a position where you aren’t sure where to turn? You aren’t really sure who could help you out? And you find yourself feeling rather lost?

I have found myself feeling this way recently. I will be handing in my master’s dissertation next month and will need to decide what I am going to do with the rest of my life. It’s daunting trying to figure out what career path I ought to go down, and I’m sure this is something others have experienced in some way, shape or form, too.

Whenever I had a decision to make, no matter how small, I always used to go to my mum. She always had the right solution, everything would always go right when I would follow her advice.

I have tried many times to ask other people for their advice, but this is just not the same. I find myself questioning their advice and wondering if my mum would have given me the same answer. It feels selfish, as I know that people don’t have to help me, but for now I can’t shake the feeling that no advice can compare.

However, now I have learned to make decisions by myself. I can’t say that I am always making the correct decisions but I know that I am at least trying my best. I think we always wish the person we lost was around for us to talk to, but one thing for sure is that they will always be proud that we are doing all we can.

Motherless Mother’s Day

I never realised how painful it was for all the motherless people to see other people posting about it, to see others celebrating with their mothers when they didn’t have the opportunity to do so anymore.

Almost every single year since I started using social media, I used my platform to say Happy Mother’s Day. I would post pictures of my mum and write essays about how incredible she was and how lucky I was to have her. Something that never crossed my mind though, rather selfishly, was the people who didn’t have anything to celebrate.

I never realised how painful it was for all the motherless people to see other people posting about it, to see others celebrating with their mothers when they didn’t have the opportunity to do so anymore. Now that I am in that position, I realise how priviledged I was to have never understood the feeling before.

My inbox has been flooded with emails asking me if I need a last-minute Mother’s Day gift, if I have bought a bouquet of flowers and if I have organised an exquisite Mother’s Day lunch. Each and every time I see an email like this, it breaks my heart that my mum is no longer here.

There is no right or wrong way to deal with the holidays. Personally, I don’t want to celebrate Mother’s Day. Last Mother’s Day, I bought my mum cards and a gift but, because she couldn’t remember me, she became very distressed. That feeling plays in my mind and I don’t feel like I want to celebrate.

However, some people want to celebrate, and it can be a lovely way to remember how wonderful your loved one was and how they have enriched your life.

No matter what you decide to do when the holidays arrive, just remember that the way you want to do things is the right way.

Money Doesn’t Buy You Happiness

My mum poured her feelings and sorrows to this man, about how her cancer had spread and how she wanted to live. He listened closely to what she was saying. Then he told her that for £2,000 he would do prayers for her to live until 2023

At university this week, we were having a conversation about faith and grief, and losing your faith when you lose a loved one. Whilst many people experience this, I found I have relied on my faith more than ever before in this difficult time.

About a year after my mum became ill, in 2019, she decided to visit a religious person in London. She used to worship this man, she watched all of his programmes on TV, called into his show and wanted to know what prayers she could do to live longer.

Whilst I am a religious person, I knew that her time was limited and I didn’t and still don’t believe anything could have been done to extend her life, scientifically or religiously; she was suffering far too much.

My mum poured her feelings and sorrows to this man, about how her cancer had spread and how she wanted to live. He listened closely to what she was saying. Then he told her that for £2,000 he would do prayers for her to live until 2023.

Immediately I was against this. I told this man we needed time to think about it in an attempt to leave and never come back. However, my mum was desperate and agreed, despite my objections.

Eventually my dad persuaded her that this was a bad idea, and we told this man we would not be going ahead with it. However, a couple of weeks later he said that he had already done it and requested money, which we didn’t send.

This terrified my mum, and she was scared that this would mean she would die sooner, that they would wish for her to be gone. The thought that they might have done this has crossed my mind several times, especially because my mum only lived another four months after this ordeal.

However, in my mind, any God would not allow people to pray for someone’s downfall and certainly would not fulfil it. For me, my mum was terribly unlucky and I don’t think anything could have changed what happened.

I wanted to share this story to warn you about the sort of people that can be out there. When you’re in a desperate situation, there may be someone willing to exploit you, so be vigilant. If something sounds too good to be true, it may well be. Keep yourself surrounded with friends and family and those who you know will be there for you. Don’t allow people to trick you for their own nefarious purposes.

I Saw a Mother and a Daughter

I saw a mother and a daughter on the train today

I dare say it made me cry

To watch them laughing and giggling away

Whilst I was thinking of times gone by

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I saw a mother and a daughter do the weekly shop

And one thought stuck in my brain

I’d give anything to have that chance again with Mum

Without her being in so much pain

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But no matter how many mothers and daughters I’ve seen

No matter how much time it’s been

The pain in my heart won’t begin to cease

It finds it too hard to find peace

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