My last days with MUM
It’s not my plan to spend Mum’s last days with her. When I receive the call from her care home to say she is declining, I fling an overnight bag together and leg it to the station. Her home is in Lanark, an hour by train from Glasgow, where I live with my husband Jimmy (our three grown-up children have left home). I spend the journey willing her to hang on.
My mum, Margery, was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s six years ago. At the time, we lived in Biggar, South Lanarkshire, and Mum was just up the road, alone in a house of her own. She and my dad
