Another tough day in the Coco household.
Alex is becoming weaker, more and more dosed up on morphine.
Strangely we are seeing glimpses of the original Alex, the loving, caring, humourous Alex that the tumour somewhat robbed us off.
It’s a matter of time now, it’s heartbreaking it really is.
Counting breathing, knowing each one could be last.
Every time it goes shallow, we hold our breath just in case.
Alex hugged the girls before they went to bed, it took immense effort for her to do so, but I’ve no doubt the girls will cherish those cuddles for many years to come.
Not sure what I feel right now.
Angry (at the tumour), cheated (by life), upset(for our girls), happy(knowing she is safe, secure, pain free). It’s a smorgasbord of emotion. I’ve shed tears, free flow at times and laughing at others.
Give your loved ones a hug and for Christ sake, heal those wounds if you have any before it’s too late.
Some of the comments on my Facebook status go to show how loved she is and, luckily, how good we’ve been as a family unit.
https://www.facebook...155609442697191 if you want a read...