Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Things have continued much as before, or maybe a little worse. Every week it seems some new thing gains prominence: this week it was lids off containers. There are no lids on the coffee, Milo, milk cartons and many other things. They can't be found either: they've disappeared, so I assume they've ended up in the bin. Such a waste of food; the stress of everything gets me down.
Mum had a second colonoscopy and apparently the news isn't good. We see the surgeon later today. It seems major surgery is imminent and the surgeon has already said that elderly people often don't survive it.
I've tried hard to make her life happy lately. On Mothers Day we went for a long drive down the coast and had lunch at a pub. We're planning a trip to Cairns; I'll try and delay the surgery until we do that.
In the picture Mum is looking at photos at her sister-in-law's house.
Friday, May 7, 2010
No it's not Talk Like a Pirate Friday.
Mum was to have a test this morning at Pathology where she had to remember not to eat breakfast.
Yesterday I put signs on everything. The jug. The fridge. The food cupboard. DO NOT EAT.
I arrived to collect her at 9 a.m. and she wasn't out the front with her coat, scarf, hat and umbrella as usual when she knows I'm picking her up.
So I rang the mobile phone and she answered very groggily.
I said "I'm here to take you for your test. You didn't have breakfast did you?"
She did. I went inside and showed her all the signs I had put up. She said, "I don't bother to read signs in the morning when I get up, I just want to eat."
I don't know how I am ever going to get her to do this 6-hour fasting test. It's not going to work.
If she'd agree to spend the night at my house it would be OK, I think - though every time I heard her getting up I'd have to get up too and guard the fridge. But she won't agree to stay with me at all.