All good things

come to an end.

The positivity of my mother has evaporated.

Last week she only had one session of speech therapy, and still has no idea of when she’ll get a move to the rehabilitation centre.

She’s trapped on a ward with virtual zombies and no end in sight.

Clearly she can’t go home, as the inability to speak would render her helpless in an emergency, but there must be some other solution to this predicament?

I’ve written down some questions for her to show her doctor, and am hoping they will write down their answers as requested, to enable some sort of dialogue to take place.