She's gone for me. After a series of TIAs, my mother's world now seems to be limited to her bed in the care centre, she can't speak words that I can recognise, and she doesn't really react to me any more. I know that when she's not dozing, there might be moments when her bright mind still shines, even if it can't get trough, but I can't really believe it any more. She didn't want it to end this way, and I don't know whether to hope for a slightly brighter moment before it ends, or for the end of her suffering to come quickly. Mysha
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