Dad called me at work yesterday to say that Mum's back in hospital.
I know he was finding it as hard to cope with as me because he said;
'Hi Ali, it's John'
'Hi John, you sound exactly like my Dad, only sadder and more strained'.
Apparently whatever it is that was wrong in the first place is back. 'Whatever it is' being a medical term I suppose, because it seems to be said a lot these days.
I imagine this answers the question of 'what would you do if you were over six thousand miles away and someone you loved was rushed to hospital.'
I am glad it first happened while we were back home, because now I know that I'd be pretty useless if I were to be there. Those horrid first days of my Mum being in so much pain and saying 'I'd like you all to leave now please'. The only thing I could constructively do was cook for my Dad, and after two meals I exhausted my culinary capabilities anyway. I made 'the salmon thing' and 'the chicken thing'.
She's back in the same ward, so it helps that I can visualize her there. I am toying with the idea of being useless and physically present though. She will get the results of more tests back today, and that'll help me decide.
Keep thinking good thoughts and sticking crystals in all available orifices, (orifi?) - Mrs. K.