Adam here.

I arrived around 1900h and dad picked me up from the airport. A long hug and he was shaking, but he pulled himself together quickly.

Got home and mum was sleeping. She tried some of her prescription, but it completely wiped her out. She's never been a pill-taker, so it probably doesn't take much to overwhelm her. (I'm the same way - the stories of me in the dentist chair taking nitrous oxide are pretty funny.) She rallied enough to come into the living room and sit down on the couch. We talked a bit, but she's clearly just too zonked, so I said "don't worry... I'll be here. You let that stuff wear out and we'll talk then."

She looks great - very smiley and happy and lucid. It's good to be here.

Marks' flight was cancelled, so he's rebooked onto a later flight. I'll be going to the airport some time around 0100h to pick him up. He must be feeling pretty rough by now.

The prognosis for mum has changed rather drastically after they saw the haematologist yesterday (Wednesday). The leukaemia is progressing must faster than expected and any treatment won't have time to kick in before it takes her over. So the plan is to provide palliative care. The best guess is that she will be alert and clear for about a week and then slip into a coma as her organs finally give up the ghost. A day or two later she'll be gone.

In the meantime we're having a good visit and everyone is comfortable.

much love

adam