Mum's Ignorance Is Not My Bliss

  • Beginning of the End..?

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I haven't blogged in ages, I haven't really spoken in ages, in real life or online. The old 'weird' became the new 'norm', life carries on, we simply adjust and adapt and that becomes the way of life.

    Questions of mum's health or well-being have been met with an almost unbroken six month continual  answer of...'Ok, not brilliant but, Ok.' This has been the genuine and only stock answer up until…

  • Here we go...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    ERCP people are hounding mum. She got a phone call and two letters now, as well as contacting both my sister and I and she, as predicted, has reacted badly.

    She just can't be rocked at the moment, the slightest thing can undo her 'groove'. She feels safe at home with her telly and coffee and cigarettes and the carers. Her world is very small but manageable for her and she's happy - of sorts. 

    Yesterday…

  • Fraud - Can't help feeling it's not cancer

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Feel like a fraud for being here. Spoke to mum again today after speaking to the secretary of the fast-track - actually I don't know - she fast tracks imaging I think because it was for mums ERCP.

    Anyway, spoke to 'the lady' very nice she was too. Apparently Mum had an appointment last Friday for an ERCP and was called and declined it, saying she was fine and didn't want the procedure. Being the efficient and persistent…

  • Do you think I look thin?

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Visited mum today, took the kids who all made her feel loved with lots of hugs and hastily drawn pictures - flowers from my daughter and 'The sun with legs that walk' (?) given to her by my four year old. She loves seeing them all, even my 13 year old was less 'uggish' than his usual self.

    We didn't stay long, she gets tired and also gets a bit circular with her conversation, about an hour and a half…

  • My Mum - an introduction.

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    She is, in her own words the other day when I was trying to convince her to have a recliner to help her increasingly swollen legs - 'Cussed awkward'.

    'I know I'm being cussed awkward, but I'm not having one of those chairs, they're for old people'.

    She's 77.

    Trying to deal with my mum and pinpoint problems is like trying to figure out how to 'remove' puzzle pieces so you can pick apart…