I feel it creeping closer and that's the doom apart from the usual November "Oh God it's nearly Christmas where can I hide" doom.
I've just spent two days with mother. Thank you doctor's office who didn't call yesterday to tell me he'd be coming today. That's two days of getting a urine sample into a small bottle, too much information? Try doing it instead of reading about it.
Anyhow, Rheumatoid arthritis is making her right ankle disintegrate. If that goes, she's bedridden and I go there all the time (kill me now) or it's a nursing home. She will fight tooth and nail against leaving home.
She's not capable of making a rational decision about this and I tell you, neither am I.