There is hope
How bloody dare you.
My Mum is dying every day. Every single fucking day she loses a bit more of herself, her memories, her personality, her likes and dislikes. She's lost so much language now that it's incredibly difficult to have a conversation with her. She can't remember what a chair is called, cannot ask for cutlery because she can't find the words to describe it, struggles to talk about being in pain because she has forgotten the words for the parts of her body that are hurting.
So please, do tell me exactly what "hope" I have?
I can hope that tomorrow is the day that she doesn't shit herself, and I can hope that she does not become distressed because she doesn't recognise that she's lost control of her bowels and only knows that "something's not right" and puts her hands down her pants and inadvertently smears faeces all over herself.
I can hope that tomorrow is the day she recognises who I am and remembers that she has a daughter.
I can hope that tomorrow is the day that she doesn't forget that her Mum died years ago, and become very upset when I have to explain that she cannot go and see her.
I can hope that tomorrow is the day that she eats and drinks normally, because she is now so frail that she cannot afford to lose any more weight, and her kidneys are failing so dehydration is a constant worry.
What else can I hope for? She isn't going to get better. No amount of care, compassion, wishing or pointless and quite frankly offensive platitudes from randoms on the internet is going to change that.
So please, if you can't logically think about the impact of what you are saying on those of us who have no choice but to ACTUALLY FUCKING LIVE THIS, then don't say anything at all.