One afternoon tea down and very nice it was. I thought I was holding the wine well until I discovered that it was non-alchoholic. It was also a farewell for one of the carers who was the first to look after Mum. Usually I'm alone or trying to be alone with mum so I haven't had a chance to really take stock of the residents and I was a bit shocked to see how much they've gone downhill in the last six months. This will be my 3rd Christmas Dinner at the Home, time really does fly when you aren't having fun.
The old girl isn't too good at the moment. Plenty of drugs, enough to keep a rockband happy but the left arm is not responding to the painkillers. Left side,mastectomy and nasty lymph nodes taken out but they left a few that looked good. I have a feeling they are now turning bad. She was in bed this afternoon after helping with the mini Christmas trees for the dining tables and she was using her left hand and arm, doing something quite different to her usual cards and mess when the pain struck sharply and suddenly.
She doesn't even want to mix with the other residents which is not like her. Admittedly they are hard going to talk to when feeling well let alone when in pain. Her voice sounded unusually weak but was strong enough to tell me to be there Saturday to help clean up her craft boxes again.
But she forgot to say anything about bringing a cake.