.......24 little hours.
Wednesday night off to bed all is well. Thursday morning awoken by the phone at 7a.m. Voice screaming Kerri, Kerri down the phone. After a few startled seconds realised it was my Aunt she had fallen and been unable to get up. Rushed up there, got her picked up and thought she may have broken her leg. Phoned NHS24 , yadda yadda yadda ambulance arrives off to hospital for checks.
Followed her up in the car, am asked to come through and sit with her as she is quite agitated. By now they were suspecting a mini stroke had caused her to fall and they were sending her for a brain scan to confirm. 30 minutes later Doc says "good news its not a stroke but bad news there is a secondary tumour in her brain." Whoa, back up there, what?
How very strange that conversation is - we both understand perfectly well what she is saying as she is telling us but it's so surreal. Doc is wonderful, tells us she knows it's a big shock and do we have any questions? What do you ask? The thing you want to ask is how long?
My Aunt is quite matter of fact, "these things happen" she says. We all knew it'd probably be cancer that would get her in the end, after all she's been a heavy smoker for years but still it seems unexpected.
People may criticise me for sharing this, but I find it quite cathartic to write it down. I'm not looking for sympathy, I just want to put it out of my head for a bit then take it in again more slowly, if that makes sense. It does to me anyway, and I guess that's all that really matters. We are lucky in that we have time, all may it be short, so many people do not. The adage "live each day as if it's your last" seems to have renewed meaning.
There may be some tears, but certainly not from her, it is not in her nature to feel sorry for herself, and I am more than willing to keep laughing with her right till the end.
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So sorry to hear about your Aunt. Thinking of you.
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