Originally Posted by
splott parker
My Mam had it for the last year or two of her life, longer most probably thinking about it. We lost her 15 years ago and time has led us to believe that it was for the best, her quality of life nosedived considerably. Only these last few years we’ve been able to look back with a bit of humour at some of the weird things she’d come out with. Horrible ailment that very often strips someone of their dignity, as I say time is a healer and, I know that it’s extremely black humour, recalling some of the things that she came out with, things that were very unlike her, does make us laugh now. Strength and commiserations to anyone coping with it at the moment.