Well I'm happy to say we had a good weekend.
Saturday saw our morning jaunt to the cafe, though Mum refused to use her wheelchair to go to the cafe.
On the plus side she had phoned me at work on the Friday to tell me that her disabled badge had arrived.
After a slow walk and back to the cafe from the car park, we headed off to the park where I knew there was a brass band playing.
For this I made her get in her wheel chair, if not only for the fact you cant guarentee if there was going to be enough seats.
By this time my son, whos two years old, had become a bit tired, so I pushed my son and my boyfriend pushed mum.
We found a spot and sat listening to the band. I got up for a quick walk and when I returned, I realised that mum really wasnt doing herself any favours in this chair at all, hood of her jacket up as it was raining, but it was up over her hat, her whole appearance and body language said she was terminally ill.
I said we need Gok Wan to come and do a new show - 'How to look good in a wheelchair'
We sat and laughed on the bench as we were saying how much patience my sister has to do hair.
I commented that I was like mum in that respect, no patience when it comes to things like that. After a short pause, I said, 'well that explains why your in a hat, and Ive got a clip in hairpiece' lol
Halfway through the band playing I had to dash back home to meet someone who had bought something from me off the internet, when I returned back to meet them, they had started to walk up the road because it had started raining.
Mum was pushing my son in his buggy, while my boyfriend pushed mum, so it looked like they had a little train going.
Mum said they were having a right laugh and she didn't care that people were looking.
I still havnt seen whats left of Mums hair, she did ask me when we were sat in the car if I would like to see it, I replied, 'not right now, while im about to drive off!' Then she said that she didnt want to show me as she thinks it will be too upsetting, part of me wants to see, I feel brave enough now to look.
She said she hates the fact that at the side of her bed, there are mirrors, so now she doesnt even look, just gets up and puts her hat straight on.
Sunday saw mum wanted to go shopping, so I took her, she managed to walk around the supermarket, as slowly she is getting her energy back, from that last lot of chemo. Though she did go a bit wild in the ailses, throwing allsorts in the trolley, like she was Vivian Nicholls.
For those of you too young to know who Vivian Nicholls is, she won the football pools, said she was going to spend, spend, spend, then ended up bankrupt.
I have just had word, while typing this that her appointment for Thursday to review her chemo and have a look at her x rays again to see if everything is going according to plan has been moved to tomorrow morning.
As Tuesday's is quite an important day for me at work, I need to make contact with a few people to see what we can arrange for tomorrow, as I need to take her for this appointment.
Hopefully should be ok, I'll work around something ..................I always do.
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