We recieved a leter late last week for mum to go into Hospital and speak with the consultant about her Chemo being started.
Well we were hardly surprised when they turned mum down, saying that she is too weak to undergo it! Her eating has not improved, and she has lost yet more weight. It's gotten to the point now, that I have to take her to the toilet in a wheelchair, or else she will fall over, steady her on the toilet…
I cannot seem to cope any more. Everything seems such a big deal. I'm finding it so hard to get out of bed, even the sheer thought of having to get out and go downstairs brings me to tears. I have no interest in my games that I used to adore. Every little imperfection about myself has blossomed into a big Oak. Gawd. I'm feeling dreadful. I can see myself with the same signs as I had a few years back. I have lost interest…
