Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
is dying of the cance. In fact, she has been sent home with a hospital bed and a load of morphine to await the inevitable. They are both posting their thoughts daily on facebook, she, I guess, only in her most lucid moments.

Oddly, he is asking today for a show of hands for the funeral so he can start planning the food.

I mean. Fúck me. She's reading this sh*t.
Make sure you grab any unused morphine. 'Tis lovely stuff. When my mum went through the same she had a farkin great barrel of the stuff she'd only had a sip from when she passed. I asked the nurse what to do with the poppy juice and she said "legally, it's yours - do what you want with it. Any pharmacy will dispose of it for you but it's up to you."