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Not good news. She has a tumour in her stomach; the doctor's giving her days. We don't want her in hospital, she's staying home - a nurse is coming later to sort out some pain and anti-vomiting medicine and generally try and make her comfortable. It's not a shock; the way she's been this week - she can't keep anything down, she looks like a little doll; she looks like she's made of paper.
So we're just waiting, really.
I don't know what we're going to do with Dad. We can't tell him, he has no short-term memory at all and won't be able to take it on board. It's going to be much worse when she's gone. He won't remember; he'll keep looking for her and asking where she is. Mum is his whole life.
I'm leaving comments off - I know, you know? You don't need to say it, babes. Love you all. XX
So we're just waiting, really.
I don't know what we're going to do with Dad. We can't tell him, he has no short-term memory at all and won't be able to take it on board. It's going to be much worse when she's gone. He won't remember; he'll keep looking for her and asking where she is. Mum is his whole life.
I'm leaving comments off - I know, you know? You don't need to say it, babes. Love you all. XX