My mum had been off work since late September, early October. On the 17th of November I came home from work and my mum was at the doctor's. She said she would be home soon. The phone rang. I answered. The person on the end of the telephone didn't ask who I was, they just told me an ambulance was on its way to collect my mum and was five miles away. I had no idea she was that ill. I tried to steady my voice and take in the information I was given. I waited by the door and as soon as my mum came home I told her "they're coming to get you, there's an ambulance on its way". We stood hugging each other crying for a few minutes. Then we rushed around getting stuff ready for her to take. My elder sister, who has Asperger syndrome, was annoyed because mum wasn't sitting down eating dinner, she didn't seem to grasp the fact mum had bigger issues. Within about 10 minutes of her getting home, two men arrived and I walked her out to the ambulance with them. Once she had gone, I sat at my kitchen table crying, not knowing what to do or what had just happened. My sister came downstairs, she had clearly been crying, however, was using one of her coping mechanisms by being overly happy and excited and full of enthusiasm. I struggled to deal with her, I was very upset, and I couldn't deal with pretending to be happy. I went for a walk to the beach near where I live and later rang the hospital to find out where she was. She was in A & E and was to be transferred to another ward in the morning. This evening began the very difficult period of my life which I now find myself in.