GGG, aww, thank you. :) I am unable to post as much as previously as I am slightly struggling with my rather fragmented life at the moment and much of the time I don't seem to have the time and emotional energy available to put a decent sentence together.
Dh and I have been together for 13 years now. I might get hate mail from lurkers if I posted all the hows, whys and wherefores about our first meeting in RL (we met and talked online for 6 months before then - while we were both getting divorced). Let's just say, everything was quite, um, colourful.
MI, they say that palliative care is a postcode lottery and generally a mess. It is extra hard if you are trying to sort it all out remotely. Please remember no one really expects you to have a magic wand, even if they sound as if they do.
Sometimes, I just hate the digital age and feel as though I would like to take myself far, far away from our society's obsession with effing selfies and documenting every banal detail of our everyday existence with photos. Last night, I went (rather grudgingly) out with a bunch of younger people (some of whom I didn't know) and there is now an exceptionally hideous photo of me floating round FB. I try to let go of the sense of intrusion I feel when people insist on taking photos of me (as part of a group) and putting them up for the world to see, but I actually really, really loathe it - to the point where I would rather not go out with these people. Which is a bit sad. I also, I have found out, don't like always being at least 10 years older than everybody else. Which is probably also a bit sad. I prefer the company of the crepeys. 