@RoseyBird I feel you. I truly do. I'm so sorry you're going through this. It's not easy being so ready to die, but unable to. Fighting a different level of guilt on who will be left behind.
I'm a mother. I'm more afraid to live than I am to die. I'm unafraid of pain in death (giving birth naturally will do that to ya lol). I'm holding on just like you are.
You know, I was just listening to some random music on YouTube the other night. My phone dropped and as I went to pick it back up, I must have clicked on a different recommend song by accident. I decided to listen to it. I'll link it below. It may not be an exact replica of my situation, but it completely fucking destroyed me. I don't know how to do this anymore.
Much love to you and all fellow parents here. The pressure is immense to not only stick around, but to be a good role model; pretend you're well in order to not fuck the kids up even more. I try so hard. I help with schoolwork, watch them draw, play games with them, have deep talks. But they see me losing weight. They see me crying on the porch. I'm proud of every single one of you for holding on for another day.