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My mum... cut me out of her life... because she blames me... for not saving my brother’s life. My younger brother passed away... almost a year ago... and my mum stopped speaking to me... eight months ago. My brother had been ill since... twenty twenty-three. He received treatment... and the chemo worked... which was amazing. It took a weight... off his shoulders... and all of ours. We let ourselves believe... he wouldn’t get ill again. But sadly... he became ill again. This time... the treatm