Mum is dying. Traumatic week's of finding a diagnosis, reality setting in. Exhausted in
every possible way already.
How to keep on? It's her birthday today, in hospital. She may go home tomorrow,
to face more challenges.
Wish I wasn't the eldest, most responsible one. Why aren't there a bunch of siblings
and nice Aunts to help?
Art-making falls to the wayside, it was hard enough to find time to turn up to do duty
at an art show I had committed to earlier. Scraped in by 15 minutes collecting my
entry at close of show today, on way to hospital again.
I swing between telling people and keeping the awful secret. What on earth do you say
anyway?
