I haven't even posted about Mum. With aggressive bowel cancer spreading through most of her body, she's not expected to last long.
I'm coping well, considering. I tend to cycle through a few thoughts/feelings:
- It's not fair and it's very sad to see her go. At least if she dies, she won't have all this suffering.
- Everything's fine. It's hard, but life goes on and we'll still remember her.
- I don't care enough. Mum's dying and suffering through terrible pain, so I must be a bad person, because it doesn't really bother me..