I feel like I'm thinking through fog and walking through mud these last few days. My 79 year old Mum went into hospital almost a week ago, as her mobility had suddenly got worse and she had several visits from the paramedics, as she was slipping off her chair.
We got the news a few days ago that she had had another stroke (she had a mild one 8 years ago). It's made her weak on her left hand side and slightly lopsided, though her speech and mind are fine. She was completely 'with it' when me and my partner Robert saw her last evening, so different from the evening before when she was rather confused.
The hospital are saying she really needs to be in a residential home as does her doctor. She had a couple of weeks stay in our local hospital for physio and rehab a few months ago and they were saying the same, but when she came home she was getting on fine with carers four times a day, who she is fond of.
Mum loves her home and doesn't want to go into a care home, so it's very hard knowing what to do. My dread is that she goes into a care home and improves so much that she needn't have gone into a care home at all.
At the moment I envy Sleeping Beauty. To sleep time away and wake to find everything well again.
There's still house hunting on the go too. Our renting period for the vicarage ends at the end of April and we still haven't found anything to buy. If we end up with Mum's four cats as well as our three, its going to have to be something special!
I'm sure I'll look back on this blog entry in time and wonder what I was fretting about. I really HOPE I do!
To end on a positive note - Nanuk sold and is hopefully now in London, bless his little heart.
