This morning my mummy's breathing is worse. She has a death rattle that means death is close by, probably today. Both the nurses and my own reading suggest this is more disquieting to me than it is a discomfort to her. (But they aren't kidding about the disquiet to me, it's an awful sound.)
We have had visits from friends we haven't seen in years and all our family who is in the city have come. My circle of friends have been here every day, taking turns in rotation to feed me. This has probably meant more to me than anything. I have four of the best friends in the world and if I ever doubted it, I was a fool. DH has also been amazing, living with me at the hospital since Friday.
I am feeling a little more at peace today after a rather emotional crying fest, though I'm sure there are many more of those to come.
I have to admit, I'm a little scared to go home. For the first time since June my mum won't be there when I walk in. What a horrible prospect.