mum has been ill for 11 months now. some hospitalisations, care at home. chemotherapy treatments.
The doctor tells us that mum is ready to stop fighting. What a cowardly catch.
He tells us to prepare ourselves for the hardest part. She is making her way. She is accepting the disease, and the fatality. Because the treatment will not be able to save her.
It is the anguish.... we do as usual, we wait, the day when, mum will tell us "I don't want to fight anymore", "I'm tired, let me go".