Getting close

We had a wonderful time at my parents this past week. I don't recognize my mum at all. She is on such heavy steroids that her face has the typical swollen look that makes them look like a different person.

My dad just called and the ambulance is there to take her into palliative care at the hospital. I think this is it.

I told her that I would be coming down to see her in the middle of January - or the beginning of February for my dad's birthday - but she said don't come down. I don't know if it was because of the weather, or if she knows that she won't be around that long. I think it'll happen within the next few weeks.

I am angry. I'm trying not to snap at Brian or the kids - but I can't help myself. I am angry at everything they do. I'm angry at myself for eating my emotions. I'm just angry.

I guess I'll just keep breathing and eventually I'll be able to run out my anger. Maybe that's what I'll try tonight. Just walk or run out my anger.

Please hug your family and hold each day like it might be your last with them 'cause you never know.

Thank you for reading and thank you everyone for your support.

Rakhi