Mum died today. She would have become 91 in three weeks’ time.
I posted about mum being in hospital – here.
Mum’s hip recovered well from the operation and the various doctors that rang me (at least five overall) reported that the wound was progressing well and that the ‘infection indicators’ mum was recording were not from the wound. They were (initially) telling me that she was on active treatment and that several x-rays had been taken of her chest. The ‘chest’ issue was, I think, because of mum’s positive Covid-19 test, but she continued to show no signs of that developing. She did however, complain bitterly (my words) about all of the needles and fuss she was required to endure whilst in hospital.
Eventually, she was put on palliative drugs and was allowed to return to Cilla and the team at the care home (mum’s Home for the last 2¾ years) yesterday. She died peacefully in the night.
So – 2020. What a year!
It has cost me both parents, neither of whom I (or anyone) could visit or be with during their final months. I haven’t seen mum since the beginning of March. Also – just to note, today is my brother Peter’s birthday.
With dad, it was more tangible that the pandemic had affected him, but with mum, only the fact that I would not have been able to see and be with her (and the lack of flights from Spain at this moment in time) can be blamed – but blame it I will!
Fuck you Covid-19!
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