So I am told terminal. Supposed to go to hospice to assess care package then home for short while. Cancer is galloping along. I can't breathe without oxygen. I'm in hospital in a side room, no TV. I look at a blank wall. Can't move from my chair, even sleep in it. I'm looked after, fed and cleaned up but I wanted to go to TV room today, everyone too busy. I've been staring at my wall now for 11 days. Honestly dying becomes more welcome by the day. I HATE leaving my daughter but I might as well be dead. Its nearly 1am and I need help.