Ben's maternal grandmother, Jane's mum Caroline, probably has only weeks to live.
There was supposed to be a do today (her idea) at which we would say goodbye while she is still with us. (I have never heard of such a thing before, but I can see it is gutsy.)
It won't go ahead now after the Prime Minister closed all pubs, clubs, restaurants, cinemas, theatres, and gyms nationwide last night in response to the ongoing coronavirus crisis.
Further her imminent decline will coincide with the NHS being stretched as never before. This is inevitably going to be harrowing for my son and his mother.
There must be so many other consequences of these desperate days that my life is too blessed to allow me to imagine.