Thursday.
A visit to see her consultant at the hospital, while nothing can be done the interest shown was reassuring. She used the wheelchair, I really must learn how to get it into the car boot. A further appointment was made for 6 weeks, the consultant saying she was sure she would be able to attend, a real morale booster. At home she used her computer, had lunch and tea (and a snack of a slice of pizza which my aunt brought over), and seemed pretty well. The District Nurse visited, and after much paperwork gave her clexain injection, this will happen daily. She didn't need oromorph, and was reluctant to use her nebuliser as she said she didn't need it. She went to bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
I heard he coughing just before three, she was in pain and had taken the smaller dose of oromorph I had left by the bedside (she'd earlier said she didn't need the full amount), but was still in pain, so I gave her a dose of the full amount. She then said her worst pain was on the cheeks of her bottom (which had been looked at by the district nurse, who didn't think it was a major problem), so I applied the cream provided by the hospice (which apparently numbs it) and she eventally went back to sleep.
