My mother had leukemia and she was in hospital (for the complications rather than the disease itself). Up until wednesday we thought she was perking up and would go back to the care home and live several more months and even thursday evening the doctor was talking about where the best care for her over the next months would be. But I think she must have just decided somehow that this was as much as she wanted to do of hospital and she died in her sleep in the middle of the night. We don't think there was any pain. I went to say goodbye to the shell that's where she used to be. She had memory problems and she hadn't fully been herself for a while. And now I have a lot of memories and a deep grief at this whole strange mortality business. She was an independant, stubborn, determined, loving person who made me who I am. I love you mum; I miss you.