I have been reading posts here this afternoon. Too many I wanted to reply to and so many wise, informed and compassionate replies. I just did a lot of likes and kept reading. Feeling the sadness, love and the fight that folk put up, but nothing to usefully add.
I'm a little short of sleep right now as Liz's bladder refuses to read the carer schedule. I told her this and she gave me an impish smile and told me it never really did do well at school. Sometimes my lovely Lizzie comes through.
The house is peaceful now.
Liz's friends, all women, have been up all afternoon. They all met through a swimming pool in London, formed into a swimming group, became friends and now they meet up here every couple of months for a 'Girlie' afternoon. Their words not mine. They are an odd bunch from research biologist, Enterprise Training Manager, to warm hugable Lizzie.
They bring wonderful home cooked food, (they're all great cooks and the range is Polish / English / Indian and everything in between). We put on the wine and I used to play waiter, but they know the way around our kitchen so well I now just retire to my 'room' with the P.C. or a book and the cat. (The cat can't read but she is pretty good at walking up and down on the keyboard when she wants attention).
Later on I went down and joined the chat. Lots of humour, though I think they tone it down for me.
They've gone now, leaving the house full of warmth and love.
Liz is watching a series on T.V. next to me with head phones on whilst bravely doing battle with a large piece of left over chocolate cake.
And I am of course typing this.
There is tranquillity and warmth here tonight and I count myself fortunate.
Hugs and love to you all.