My mother went downhill rapidly over the past couple of days and by early afternoon yesterday the doctors called my sister and brother into an office to get their wishes, as mum was semi conscious and struggling to breathe on oxygen (just like her sister, my beloved Aunt Sylvia, was a few months ago, just before she died). They agreed on no resuscitation and no aggressive intervention, keeping her comfortable only.
However, as has been the case for some months now, Mum has pulled through and improved a bit, brother and sister have been told the immediate crisis seems to have passed and Mum is now classed as 'Amber', which apparently means a prognosis of up to 6 months. Her condition changes on a daily basis, though.
It really is a rollercoaster and my nerves are in shreds. Christmas this year has no interest for me whatsoever anymore.