We're all still reeling from the horror of it. This time last week our lives were normal, like everyone else's. A bit bumpy here and there but normal. It's been awful. Holding it together when we're with them, then crying either in the car or in bed. My normally supportive family can't support us because they are horribly distressed. I've been to work because I don't know what else to do. Treatment has started but it's palliative. We've arranged a second opinion. The thing is I know it's much worse for her side of the family so I feel our side is undeserving, does that make sense, but then FFS nothing makes sense anymore. I feel unable to ask any questions. I don't want to make people feel worse or be insensitive. We've told our son he can count on us,he knows that anyway. He's asked if I'd give up work and help and of course I will. She's not in pain anymore so I suppose that's somthing. They say she can come home soon and just return daily for treatment. So we shall wait and prey for a miracle. Thank you kindly for your messages of comfort but mostly for your prayers and positive thoughts
Your next holiday must be to where the first holiday you remember , where are you going?g
Locked room for breakables when grandkids stay?
