Probably one of my last posts on this thread.
Mums now nil by mouth, and the clock is ticking down. She’s on morphine to keep her comfortable, and I’ve got a swizzle stick thingy to keep her lips moist.
Dad was discharged from hospital this morning and bought straight to the home so that he could see her. He’s gone home, and knows I will call him if needs be. He’s shattered, in all senses of the word. My wife’s looking after him.
Mums comfortable and peaceful, and I want her to stay that way.
Will probably be posting crap on other threads all night, or asking for good threads to read up on.
Anyway, thanks to all those who’ve posted support and advice, and read my rants, it may seem strange to post this, but it has at times been therapeutic typing into the void.
Chin up; you've done all that can be expected of a son.