Mam got the hospital bed put in the living room, it’s nicer now that people can sit and be with him. Strange but sometimes he doesn’t know what’s going on, and then he sleeps most of the time but I never liked the fact that he was alone in his bedroom.
It’s strange to know that he will never leave that bed again, air compressor buzzing and mam consistently trying to move it to make him comfy, he still manages a sarcky comment for her to leave it alone even tho he gets confused saying it, I know what he means and it cheers me up no end knowing that he’s still there inside the pain and confusing of cancer.
