A prayer....
After he had a bad case of pneumonia, I had been told in February 2017, that Dominic was at end of life by a consultant at Queens square who cared for Dominic's Duchenne. Dominic hadnt long been out of hospital and it can take months to recover so he still wasnt himself and was still quite breathless. The consultant wrongly thought this was because of the DMD. Thank God, then, that it wasnt. Anyway...It was enough for me to go into the mourning process then and my Doctor organised counselling. It helped as the counsellor was lovely. Today I started counselling with her again.....this time in the most tragic of circumstances. Today we only skimmed the surface really. The next session will be a tough one. Discussing Dominic and his end of life. I then dropped two pouches off that I had knitted for orphaned joeys and other critters to go to Australia. On the way back to pick Ben up from school, I decided to go into St Stephen's church, where Dominics old school, Watling Vi...