Perhaps a glimmer of hope through the all-pervading gloom...
Doctor visited dad-in-law today. His bloods are normal now (as in his liver & kidneys seem ok) so she has prescribed him some antidepressants. A tiny dose, but it may have a placebo effect. Let's hope so,
She also managed to convince him to try a week's respite care in a care home!!! J and his brother talked yesterday, then J and their sister talked today so they all seem in agreement at last. Their dad hadn't been keen on the idea and sister had suggested July or August as a start date, so this is much more like common sense finally winning.
J went to his meeting about the setting up of a macmillan support group (mouth & throat cancer, I think). He says he'll go back: he's a good sort who likes to be helpful. I didn't think he would want to be involved as he doesn't tend to talk much about his illness & treatment. (He was only ill once treatment started).
So it looks as if some of the horror has been diluted a little, though I won't hold my breath until something actually does happen.
And my mother is still not harrassing me yet. She pointblank refuses to have any treatment for her depression so I will still have to cop it from her as she lashes out at her only close (ha!) relative.
