My mum's health is deteriorating. The family is all very accepting of this because she is a reformed alcoholic and damaged her liver some years ago. At the time she was given a prognosis of five years and she has lasted 11 so we are all fearing that this now the beginning of the end. She has been left with a set of ailments but started going downhill a couple of months ago. Everything came to a head as she had a fall in her bedroom sometime over Sunday night and the police had to break into her flat late morning on Monday. She was taken to hospital with a suspected stroke as she can't move the left side of her body. However, a scan has revealed a brain tumour and a swollen brain - it is this swelling that has made her feel so poorly and made her so confused. They don't know yet if it is malignant or benign. She has to have a full body CT to determine whether she has cancer anywhere else, which would then make the brain one a secondary. I'm resolved to her dying as I've known she's been on borrowed time for a long while. My mum and I have had a few turbulent years but made our peace with each other last summer. My daughter and I did a 300 mile round trip on Monday to be with my other two offspring with her in Charing Cross' A&E until she was on a ward and comfortable. Lots more day trips to come....
And this evening I heard that my son's lovely girlfriend of nine years has just told him she has been having an affair with her pesonal trainer at the gym for the past two months. Not so lovely now then. I'm heartbroken for him, he was about to propose
So I'm a bit down in the dumps at the mo. Fitting in soul-soothing pony hacks when I can.
And this evening I heard that my son's lovely girlfriend of nine years has just told him she has been having an affair with her pesonal trainer at the gym for the past two months. Not so lovely now then. I'm heartbroken for him, he was about to propose
So I'm a bit down in the dumps at the mo. Fitting in soul-soothing pony hacks when I can.
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