Distress - and a memory

[watervole]

I knew it was bad. I knew it was bad ever since a couple of days ago when I'd worked out for myself that the tumour was growing in spite of the chemo (it had gone from partly blocking the stomach exit to fully blocking it in the space of a week of heavy medication).
So it doesn't really surprise me to have my worst fears confirmed.
I can go and visit her now. I can visit, because an infection won't make any difference. She's dying and has maybe a week or two left.
They're moving her to a hospice in Reading on Monday and suggest that as a possible day to visit. There was some reason why tomorrow wasn't a good day, though I can't remember why. One of my other sisters will be taking her family at the weekend and I don't want to overload Roaslie with too many visitors at once.
see http://www.waveney.org/Family/Charles70/Triplets.jpeg

Comments

[dougs.livejournal.com]

As I wrote for someone else in very similar circumstances a couple of weeks ago, I hope that her journey isn't too difficult.

And, for you and the rest of her family, I hope you all cope with it okay. Now and in the future.