DM end of life. Coped so admirably with diagnosis of stage four cancer last year. Sailed through chemo. Started preventative course of radiation therapy in February and it's just destroyed her. She's now in hospital with sepsis and pneumonia. She's so tired. We've been told we're reaching the end of the line. But she's calm, accepting, not scared. We've talked, said everything we need to. And I'm not alone I know - but right now I am. I'm in my childhood bed, in the home I grew up in and it's so unspeakably shit. To anyone else out there, my thoughts are with you x