This time last year my mother 80, was diagnosed out of the blue with AML- an aggressive blood cancer. She was gone 4 weeks later due to pneumonia. It was all so traumatic and to this day I wonder how we could have made the last few weeks better for her. I didn't know what to do. The oncologist suggested mild chemo, many blood transfusions. That controlled her cancer a but chemo lowered immunity and pneumonia with some aspiration kicked in. Oh the pain of the cannulas, the needles. Then there was a stroke and she couldn't eat. But was so hungry. I shouldn't have taken her to hospital. I should have kept her at home and made her comfortable. She wanted to come home. But couldn't as she couldn't survive without an oxygen mask and I was struggling to arrange that at home. A year on, I can't still come to terms with the pain, the hunger, the sleeplessness she endured. And I watched. Unable to do anything. I should have kept her at home and made her comfortable. But I was afraid of catastrophic bleeding and thought hospital was better. It was not.