Today I went to see my grandparents who have raised me ever since my mother threw me away as a young child, I went upstairs to see my bed - riddled nan, we talked about things....my beloved son being one of them and she asked to see him in her confused frail state. I had to explain that my son wasnt coming back....at least not to us and she couldn't see him at least for a while...she replied 'well the cancer has come back as it always does and this time I can't wait a while'...My dying terminally Ill frail grandmother denied one final moment with her great grandson....Birmingham Children's Services I hope you rot.