How do you define one day from the next when you are dying 

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Mum the day after she finished her radiotherapy treatment

It’s a way we humans greet each other: How are you? And sometimes we care about the answer we give or receive, other times it’s like an entrée to the true discussion.

It seems easier to say that Mum’s okay, doing fine, than delving into the morbid details of the process of dying. I search my mind for some interesting tidbit that isn’t going to bore, or overwhelm people.

Even my response about myself has flatlined to a ‘tired’ because what else could I be.