Monday, March 06, 2017
She made it
Prognosis when she entered the Nursing Home was 4 to 6 months, seven years ago. Today she makes eighty-seven years old and a great great Grandmother. It makes me half dead. She looked okay with little Clio which was back in December but now she is on oxygen most of the time but her mouth still moves. I turned up yesterday with an old friend of the Home and it was, Mel, could you please move that box and put that rug up there. There was also another old friend of the Home and a grand reunion was in full swing which is why we picked yesterday instead of today. The Homies could take a tour and see what's been done, see whoever is still breathing and both said it was a different atmosphere. Except for one thing, no staff. The girls on the floor were excellent but there were not enough if an emergency occurred.
Because she had a willing slave to command, it was Mel who went through the cupboards and loaded me up with stuff to cart home. I could barely lift the bag and I warned the cab driver before he copped a hernia. I stopped at the corner shop to buy a paper and have a reviving cup of coffee and sat in the Autumn sun, lovely until I had to walk home.
Really looking forward to another year of living two lives.