As a consequence of course, I don't really know what to expect. I don't even know if she'll be concious or not. Hell, if the end is nigh it might even have cheered her up! I've never been to a deathbed before (if this is one) and so I fret uselessly, wondering what to do, to think. And, of course, my attempt to compose myself is in the form of this composition.
Alex and I were talking on the bus on the way in about how valuable LJ is for these times. It's not really something you could bring up for long involved discussions at the pub after all, but now there's a forum where I can share this stuff and get support without it feeling odd or unxomfortable. There's a lot of perspectives here too - some of you know me intimately, some hardly at all. Some I see every day, some I've never met.
Alex offered to come with to look after me, but my parents will be there too and I think I'll cope but he has been amazing this last week. It's been the worst for a while and he's always there for me. I couldn't ask for a better partner.