kingandy | Gran

After being declared cancer-free and returning home, Gran went a bit mental in the head. They thought it might be anaemia following the surgery, but she got worse - started seeing spaniels and complaining that people were trying to poison her - and so the doctors took her back into hopsital for tests. Apparently the cancer had spread a bit further than they thought and she's now very very poorly. Apparently she might not last much longer.

I was going to write something about how great she was, but I don't think I can do that without crying, which would not really be appropriate in the office. I thought it was something I'd prepared for - she's been deteriorating for a while now, so I've been thinking she's old and will die soon, and since the operation and mentalness I've been a bit concerned every time Mum's phone rang, wondering if this would be the one - but to have Mum ring up and tell me it's actually official diagnosis that she May Not Make It ... it just makes it real instead of random pessimism, which is upsetting. I fear change, and to have somebody not be there who always has before is the very worst kind.

As Peter David said, in life there are no happy endings. There are happy times, but they're not endings, which is why they're happy. In real life all endings are sad.

The end.