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Originally posted by Soozy woo:
Just to put things in perspective. When my Dad was terminally ill me and my sister took it in turns to spend a week at my parents house helping my mum nurse him ....it wasn't easy we both had three young kids each and lived a long way away.
My parents used to go to bed about ten .............i'd sleep on the settee in the next room because I wanted to be as close as poss (Dad couldn't do the stairs).
I'm not one to go to bed early ..............there was no cable then ....my TV for the night was the first gulf war ...........i'd far rather be watching a family member in the BB house - it would have really lifted our spirits TBH.
I've been in the same boat.... with both parents within a few years. We all rallied round and were there for them as they had always been for us.
I'm just saying i couldn't leave for 3 months' with no word from outside, not knowing how things were at home. No matter how i raised the spirits of those at home, i couldn't put myself through that. It may sound cynical, and for that i'm sorry, but perhaps the thought of ÂĢ100,000 is helping him cope.