Long time no see
Posted: 15 Dec 2024, 01:31
There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.
So I know that I've not been around for a while. I kind of want to blow off a bit of steam and if I can't do it here...
Firstly, apologies for being so crap at keeping in touch. But yeah a lot has happened. I think that at last update, both Kerry and my mum were poorly. Good news: Kerry is in complete remission and perfectly healthy. Bad news: my mum passed away a few days ago.
I know that a few of you have met my mum so I want to let folks know how things have been. Mum's decline has not exactly been the easiest experience. I'm trying to think back, I think it started during the Covid lockdowns. She'd already started to lose her vision before she had decided to move from the last house she'd shared with my dad before he died (quite out of the way if you can't see well enough to drive) into a little cottage not far from the church where she and dad had been parishioners. But some time early '22, she caught Covid, and quite frankly I don't think she's been the same since. I think it was around them that we got mum to give me and my brother lasting Power of Attorney; thank fook (in retrospect) that we did. Anyway.
I had previously bought her an Amazon dot thingamajig and programmed it with a few numbers, so if she called out "Alexa call Mark" it would ring me. But after Covid her mental state started to decline quite quickly. I started to get calls from her "Mark, I'm not sure where I am." "Mum you must have called from home; you've rang from your Alexa" and my brother had a some similar calls. I guess we didn't realise quite how bad things had got until one night we had a call from the police; she'd wandered out of her house into the road in the middle of the night...
Thank fook she wasn't hurt; the driver of a car saw her, stopped, and kind of rescued her. She was taken to hospital and they told us (me and my brother) that they didn't think she was safe to live alone any longer. So this was what, just over two years ago, we managed to find her a home quite quickly but bloody hell have you any idea how expensive a home that specialises in dementia patients costs?
But yeah
I don't know if any of you have seen that advert for some dementia charity or other that starts "the first time my mum died..."? Well, that. She started to get me confused for my dad and she seemed to forget that he wasn't with us any more (and I was unwilling to be cruel enough to remind her). She even started to think that her own parents (both of whom died in the 1980s) were visiting her. It was all very strange.
But the last time I saw her, just a couple of weeks ago, even though she was adamant that she'd just got back from a lovely holiday in Australia with my dad, I think she recognised me. When she started to fall asleep before we left, I remembered an old family joke "you're not sleeping are you mum, just resting your eyes" which made her laugh.
And then we got a phone call "your mum's in some respiratory distress; do you want us to take her to the ICU where she'll be tied up with tubes and wires and injections and so forth, or shall we try to manage it in the comfort of her home, in familiar surroundings?"
And then five days later she died.
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Sorry for the trauma dump but like I say, if not HL then where?
So I know that I've not been around for a while. I kind of want to blow off a bit of steam and if I can't do it here...
Firstly, apologies for being so crap at keeping in touch. But yeah a lot has happened. I think that at last update, both Kerry and my mum were poorly. Good news: Kerry is in complete remission and perfectly healthy. Bad news: my mum passed away a few days ago.
I know that a few of you have met my mum so I want to let folks know how things have been. Mum's decline has not exactly been the easiest experience. I'm trying to think back, I think it started during the Covid lockdowns. She'd already started to lose her vision before she had decided to move from the last house she'd shared with my dad before he died (quite out of the way if you can't see well enough to drive) into a little cottage not far from the church where she and dad had been parishioners. But some time early '22, she caught Covid, and quite frankly I don't think she's been the same since. I think it was around them that we got mum to give me and my brother lasting Power of Attorney; thank fook (in retrospect) that we did. Anyway.
I had previously bought her an Amazon dot thingamajig and programmed it with a few numbers, so if she called out "Alexa call Mark" it would ring me. But after Covid her mental state started to decline quite quickly. I started to get calls from her "Mark, I'm not sure where I am." "Mum you must have called from home; you've rang from your Alexa" and my brother had a some similar calls. I guess we didn't realise quite how bad things had got until one night we had a call from the police; she'd wandered out of her house into the road in the middle of the night...
Thank fook she wasn't hurt; the driver of a car saw her, stopped, and kind of rescued her. She was taken to hospital and they told us (me and my brother) that they didn't think she was safe to live alone any longer. So this was what, just over two years ago, we managed to find her a home quite quickly but bloody hell have you any idea how expensive a home that specialises in dementia patients costs?
But yeah
I don't know if any of you have seen that advert for some dementia charity or other that starts "the first time my mum died..."? Well, that. She started to get me confused for my dad and she seemed to forget that he wasn't with us any more (and I was unwilling to be cruel enough to remind her). She even started to think that her own parents (both of whom died in the 1980s) were visiting her. It was all very strange.
But the last time I saw her, just a couple of weeks ago, even though she was adamant that she'd just got back from a lovely holiday in Australia with my dad, I think she recognised me. When she started to fall asleep before we left, I remembered an old family joke "you're not sleeping are you mum, just resting your eyes" which made her laugh.
And then we got a phone call "your mum's in some respiratory distress; do you want us to take her to the ICU where she'll be tied up with tubes and wires and injections and so forth, or shall we try to manage it in the comfort of her home, in familiar surroundings?"
And then five days later she died.
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Sorry for the trauma dump but like I say, if not HL then where?