This is just so fucking awful. Didu has stomach cancer and secondary tumours spreading to her brain. My mother will be there by tomorrow night.
We have to get up at three - that's in what? Five hours' time?
And in the meantime mum is just throwing stuff into a suitcase - there's no time - she doesn't even want to go to bed, and I wish I could go with her to make sure she's okay. She never manages very well in airports. She thought about taking me with her, but over there, I'd be a liability. She knows that.
She's going to be gone a month.
That's it. I've got to help her pack.
(And a brief note to
snowdrop24 and
osiris13 - if you're going to bitch about each other and to each other, that's fine with me. Just try not to clog up my inbox).
I need to go and write down as many useful email addresses as possible for my mother.
We have to get up at three - that's in what? Five hours' time?
And in the meantime mum is just throwing stuff into a suitcase - there's no time - she doesn't even want to go to bed, and I wish I could go with her to make sure she's okay. She never manages very well in airports. She thought about taking me with her, but over there, I'd be a liability. She knows that.
She's going to be gone a month.
That's it. I've got to help her pack.
(And a brief note to
I need to go and write down as many useful email addresses as possible for my mother.