Frailty

I spent the day with my Mum yesterday. She was in good spirits considering on Tuesday the reality of her situation hit her. The worst part for me is how old and frail she looks conpared to just one month ago when I saw her. She has little to no muscle left and can barely walk, she spend most of her time asleep in bed. They have stopped all treaments except morphine.

I'm off the America in a week for 13 days. The nurses have suggested it might be good to make my Mum understand that I'll be OK without her. Yesterday when I arrived she (my Mum) asked me how much I knew.

'Pretty much everything now.' I replied

'So you know I'm going to pop my clogs then?'

'Yes, Muv.'

Then she told me she was worried about me. At this point my Sister and my MumsHusband left the room. We had a chance to chat,briefly. It was later when I discussed the lenght of time left with nurses that I suggested cancelling my trip. They suggested it might be good to take it.

So this week, I'm staying at the Hospice on the edge of the New Forest in Hampshire to spend quality time with her. She sleeps a lots and seems surprised to see me everytime she wakes up.