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April 2, 2010
The truth is, I need Kitty’s comforting presence in this house of death.

My mom has been rendered bedridden and virtually catatonic by the brain tumour stealing away her life, while my dad merely struggles from day to day in a bad-tempered daze, battling the colon cancer and chemo alike. I have seldom seen them united like this, both aiming for the end of life through terminal cancer. Strange.

On a public holiday like today, I am the primary caregiver. And I am exhausted before I have even started.

Yes, I need Kitty’s warmth and unconditional love.