I have been warned by the palliative care nurses we are in our last weeks and while it seems unbelievable while he sits in his chair and laughs at Mrs Browns Boys it is equally believable when he can't get up and go anywhere without a lot of assistance.
3 dear friends on this site have lost their loved ones to this beast in recent weeks and now it appears it will soon be my turn.
I feel like I am drowning in sadness as he finally is coming to realise how things really are and our 14 year old son is downstairs in his bed crying his eyes out because of some small ridiculous run in with his mother when really he wants to scream at the world and God it's not fair, DON'T TAKE MY DAD!
How inadequate I feel right now unable to really ease anyones pain, let alone my own.
