My Gran was an amazing woman. She left an abusive relationship in Scotland with three young (under 10 yrs) boys and flew to Canada to give them a better life. She was at end of life, we didn’t know- she didn’t want treatment for her cancer, and she didn’t want to burden us, so she suffered in silence until she could no longer hide it. She had the most amazing spirit, she was prim and proper and never swore. At the end she was sleeping a lot and at one point she woke up and swore because she couldn’t believe she was still alive. She looked at us and said “my God this is taking a long time isn’t it?”