My only child, my beautiful daughter is ill with incurable cervical cancer. She has a loving husband and two children of her own aged 2 and 6.
I help care for them. I don’t work any more. I do all I can to make her available time as good as it can be.
As she becomes weaker I am panicking about how to cope. How to help the grandchildren and her husband let alone my own grief.
She has bravely told her story and late diagnosis with students for awareness week. She is so brave.
But I can’t sleep get exhausted and can’t stop crying.