Haven't posted for a few months but I need to today. My stepmum has maybe a week or two before the cancer finally wins. It sounds terrible but I hope it is soon, she's struggling so much and so is my poor dad.
After a stay in hospital due to her lung filling up with fluid she finally got back home on Good Friday - where she wants to be when the time comes. Two of her sisters are staying at the house and are a complete godsend. And last night a Marie Curie nurse was due to stayover and again tonight. It's all about making her as comfortable as possible now. It's devestating to see.
We managed to have an hour or so as a family yesterday sat in the sun with my stepmum. A short period of time that last week none of us thought we'd see. But we did and it was lovely. Although I left feeling worried and concerned about my dad. He has his own health problems, and can't walk far these days (only 60!!) but in what appears to be a psychological reaction to everything he can't walk unaided and is kind of staggering strangely when he does. It scared the hell out of me for a bit yesterday when I saw him - no one had warned me and he wasn't like it a few days ago. I'm more worried about him now as I don't know how he's going to cope when he loses his second wife and for the second time to breast cancer. (My mum died 12 years ago.) Life is beyond cruel.
