Slowly, day by day, mum becomes a bit weaker.

What seems like months ago she was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer. It was an emotional time, and continues to be. After each batch of chemo, there wasnt the vomitting we expected, nor the hair loss that mum was dreading. Each time the cocktail of drugs seemed to impact her mental abilities and each time she bounced back within a week or so. But each session had worse effects than the previous one.

The chemo is all done with now, its been about three weeks. She hasnt bounced back yet. And the radiotherapy appointment hovers on the horizon. I have to remain hopeful. Amids tears last week, mum expressed her fears about not getting better. The hard truth is that this is a downward slope. I know that is going to be hard.

For all you people who have been through this, or helped relatives through it, I salute you. You deserve the greatest respect.