I look at the Mother's Day and birthday cards, which tell me how much my daughter loved me, and how grateful she was for all the support I gave her. In my case, I do know what changed - she was injured by a negligent surgeon, became addicted to the codeine they gave her for her terrible agony, and has developed paranoid delusions. She has probably damaged her heart and liver and has a bleeding ulcer. I live in dread of a phone call from her daughter to say she has taken another overdose, or has collapsed. Even worse, she has managed to convince three of her four children that I am their enemy. I don't know whether they believe her, or if they are just afraid to upset her - she is very good at emotional blackmail.
I may be a terrible person, but I feel terrible anger towards that surgeon,who was allowed to retire with his pension intact and now hires out his huge farmhouse for wedding venues. The medical establishment had conspired for years to cover up his many, many mistakes and he cost the NHS over two million pounds in compensation. Had anybody blown the whistle when he started making mistakes, many women would not have had their lives ruined.