This week has been whistle-stop. Mind, most of my weeks feel whistle-stop at the moment. As I said to one dear friend this morning, I feel very much like a feather bobbing up and down in a veritable Tsunami wave.....
The girls have been busy in school, and at work respectively, and I have been much occupied in dealing with Mum's affairs and looking after Mum herself.
Things have been considerably easier on an emotional level, as Mum really has been like her old self from way before my brother was ill - laughing, joking, teasing the carers, taking a real interest in what's going on around her, rather than being a very unhappy automaton in a bed. She seems to be able to cope much better without the supplemental oxygen on all the time now, but there again, she is now totally bedbound and moving little, so her activity levels require little oxygen, I suppose.
Then I look at her, with her knees being the widest part of her legs, having no control over her eliminatory functions and looking so much like a little doll dressed in outsize clothes, and then the harsh reality strikes home hard, that this is possibly only a very temporary lull before her condition deteriorates further.
But we are determined to make the most of it and enjoy it while it lasts ! We have got her watching a portable DVD player, and she has enjoyed The King and I, as well as listening to various music CDs. She has asked me to order her the new Doris Day CD, and she is looking forward to receiving that one in due course.
Today, DH celebrates his birthday - Many Years, my dearest one!
It is also the year's mind for Les, the reposed husband of my very dear friend Laura; those of you on Facebook will likely recognise her in her persona as Babushka Laura. Please keep Laura, her family and Les in your prayers. On Monday will be the second jahrzeit for my dear brother Mark, an anniversary which has come round unbelievably quickly. He would have broken his heart to see Mum so frail and weak.....