When my daughter went into ICU for cancer, I wished she would die. But not really. I was f****** EXHAUSTED! I had NO help, no respite. What I really wanted, was her to get well, and we could sort of have a life. I didn’t really want her to f****** DIE. She did. That’s my confession. Is that heavy enough? If it weren’t for her surviving siblings, I’d end it for even thinking that.