Friday, August 11, 2006
My darling sister Annette has been at the hospital all day every day this week. She tells me that the hardest part is that Mum cannot communicate effectively. Everyone's listening, but Mum can't say what she wants to say. Yesterday Annette figured out, with a flash of inspiration, that Mum was asking for stronger pain killers for her arthritis. That's what her repetition of "Auntie, uncle, cousin" was all about. Can you imagine how horrible that must be, to be trapped inside a body that cannot convey your thoughts and words? Especially if you are really hurting?
Alison, bless her heart, delivered home grown daffodils to Mum this morning and reports: "She was sitting in a chair and seemed cheerful. She recognized you in the photo but her language was confused - not sure about her thoughts. I asked if Annette would be coming today - she recognized the name but couldn't give a sensible answer. Anyway I stroked her hand and told her how much you wished to be with her right now."
Posted by Hashi at 9:59 PM