I have been suffering with bronchitis, left me with a dreadful cough so didn't go and see mum for a couple of weeks. Had already arranged to go and stay with my daughter for Christmas, she lives in Leamington Spa. Drove up there on Christmas Eve knowing that two of my brothers would be going to see mum. Christmas morning, about 11 am, phone call from mum's NH saying she was very poorly and they were sending her to hospital. Luckily one of my brothers lives close to the hospital and he was with mum when she arrived. The doctors thought it was a UTI and decided mum needed antibiotics and then sent her back to the NH. Not a good Christmas day. I came home today and went to see mum this afternoon. She looks as though she has lost more weight, was very confused and all she could say was 'please take me home' over and over again. I spoke to one of the nursing sisters and they said that mum now needed to be fed as she couldn't manage on her own anymore. I don't know whether, if something like this happens again, we should have mum treated or not. All we are doing is prolonging a very unhappy life. Mum also has lesions on her face from pre skin cancer and it is very noticable how much worse these have become. Quality versus quantity and there is very little quality anymore. A Happy New Year to you all. Thinking of you. Sheila.