Palliative Care Thursday, 25 October 2007Posted by R Garfield in Drifting.
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I’m in shock; I haven’t talked to my youngest brother, but I have to my sister. She went shopping.
I went shopping, then I went to work, because my brain won’t shut down, but I’m not exactly being productive. The shopping wasn’t productive, either. For either of us. It was just get out of the house, do something. Fight or flight activity when there’s nothing to do.
Prognosis: 6 months. Half a year. Time goes by so fast.
Dad – what will my dad do?
Processing. We’re all still processing.
I love you, mom…