As Iíve mentioned briefly before, my Auntie Rita is very ill. She has terminal cancer and hasnít very long to live at all. The doctors donít think she will live to see Christmas next month. Right now my Auntie Rita is at her home, with my Nan, Auntie Stella, Jeff (Auntie Ritaís son) looking after her. Auntie Ritaís other son Mark is coming over on the weekend from Queensland, where he lives right now, because of how ill my Auntie Rita is right now.
Went over to see Auntie Rita on Tuesday, and she looked worse than what she did on Friday, when I helped Mum take Nan food shopping. It is quite distressing to see my Auntie Rita like this, because she is in so much pain all the time, she has pain killers. The drugs make my Auntie Rita hallucinate at times, and she canít remember family anymore. In fact a very good friend of Auntie Rita came round on Tuesday as well, and they have been friends for years. Auntie Rita sadly didnít know who she was.
On Friday depending how everything is, Mum and I are taking Nan out shopping for some more food to stock up on. I admire my Nan on how well she is coping with it all, but then again Iíve always known my Nan is tough. My Nan got my Mum through the hard times with me when I was a baby.