Just off the phone with the care home and mum is tired and weary it seems, but she is still battling her will to wander. I don't know what to think anymore now, I feel a tension of not wanting mum to leave but also know that this is not what she would have wanted at the end of her life. I find it hard to accept how I think now, but time has changed my outlook and bearing witness to this disease in its severe stages is I find quite haunting as I see the look in my mums eyes and the expression on her face of not really knowing anymore. It has become a more challenging path to walk of late. Now, there is just a sadness and silence and a deep wish to have a magic wand. I don't know what the answer is any more, or even if there is one?
I was not successful on the doctoral interview, but to be fair standards were high and I was short of a full methodology section, which I still could not decide on in the interview. So its back to the drawing board, refine and re-apply again -perseverance always pays off!
A bad week in all where everything has gone wrong, I can only say I chuckled to myself as I remembered the old Hamlet cigar adverts, I don't know why they popped into my head but they did.....
I seem to be having a lot of flashbacks at the moment, things I haven't remembered or thought of in a long time and I can't figure out why this happening....perhaps someone may know the answer?