An Epiphany.

Mum was wide awake this morning and after a teeth clean we chatted about a few things and showed her some black and white pictures from the old days. She smiled. Mum listened to a new Cd of her favourite songs and declared that 'Little things mean a lot' by Cliff Richard is her all time favourite!

Mum's Consultant came in for a chat and then we went outside for an update. There is no real change except a small tweak in the Syringe Driver to ease Mum's agitation.

Then came the epiphany. Mum has done well to out last all expectations and the Consultant asked if we had said goodbye and given Mum permission to go. Wow. This might well be the reason Mum is still with us.

How on earth does one decide what to do? Keep Mum in our lives as long as possible but prolong her suffering or say goodbye and let her go?