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Mum's Got Cancer; Part Four

Can we ask just one thing of you:-

 Please stop asking me how Mum is.  I know you mean well and you honestly do care; you want to know that she is ok: but we can't tell you that.

 In fact we are tired of having to repeat ourselves and remind ourselves that Mum isn't going to get better.  That this is it.  That we can't help her but can on;y make her comfortable.

 Maybe ask how I am, or if there is anything you can do, or just give us a hug.  Maybe just squeeze our shoulder and don't say anyhting.  If we want to talk, I promise, we will.  Sometimes, like my Blog, it is cathartic.  Other times it hurts in a way I cannot explain.

 The best thing to do is send a message, a text, an email, and if/when we feel like it we will respond.  Forgive us if we see you are calling and cannot take your call.  It is tiring, emotionally, to drag our way through a conversation we do not want to have.

 We know you care and we don't want to appear rude but this is a new thing for us, a new thing we didn't ask to go through, a new thing that is breaking our hearts slowly.

 If you want to send a card to Mum or similar then ask and we can give you any details you need.  Thank you for understanding and thank you for caring.
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  1. Unknown16 January 2017 at 02:32

    Such a horrible, yet common story. I lost my Dad a few years ago to C. Keep writing Lulu! x

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  2. LuluSLR27 January 2017 at 01:37

    Thank you Ed x

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