Unfortunately, the combination of tiredness, frustration at looking for financial advice and/or support groups and getting nowhere (is the Macmillan site deliberately confusing? Is it all a cruel hoax?!), and the unexpected arrival of a large Lush gift package from Penny had the result of making me very weepy for a while - enough to beg for sympathy on my Facebook page. Shameful, really, the more so as I got some - far more than I deserve. I shall attempt to return to my normal stoicism as soon as possible.
One hopeful sign, or at least, I hope it is - a letter from the probate people asking me to approve Tim's expenses. Does this mean Mother's estate is finally anywhere near being wound up? Because getting her money through, even though I know it won't be much, could only be helpful at this point.
What a miserable creature I seem to have become, whining about tiredness and poverty as though there were not millions worse off. Apparently illness does not bring out the best in me.
Good thing this blog's private, is all I can say.
