I have a great memory of my mil who is one of the kindest loving persons, Who accepted me completely into her family, when she first met my parents, it was a dinner at their house and we walked into the doorway and both mothers hugged and started crying. I have that as a perfect memory, can see the flowers in the background can smell the roast in the kitchen. Everyone was so happy. So long ago. Now she can't remember what happens 5 mins ago and slowly gets worse. Meanwhile the other mom will be gone in a few months with painful tumors I have been through the hospice for terminal painful cancer and I want to run away