Well the biopsy didn't go ahead after all today for some or other reason. Should be tomorrow....Another day to wait for results. She had visits from my cousin and her husband earlier, both are nurses. Kerry at a hospice, Harry in cardiology at the hospital where mum is. It feels comforting that he is close by, even if it is on another ward. Everyone knows him apparently, and I joked that was why mum was having special treatment.
Mum had a really good day today and was sitting in the chair rather than lying in bed for my evening visit. She had even managed something to eat, and earlier had had the 'best cup of tea in ages'. It was just the 2 of us today, and she was quite chatty. And then she dropped it in, so matter of factly. She told me where she wanted her funeral and that she did not under any circumstances want to die at home. She wants to go to St Giles, the hospice where my cousin works. I didn't cry, just had a small wobble but I held it together. She then changed the subject and the matter was closed.
The good days though are quickly followed by bad ones, so I'm trying to make the most of them. I left hospital this evening with a smile, no tears... this time.
