Firstly for all the lovely messages, texts and kind thoughts – I thank you all. The last couple of weeks have been very tough and I have been bolstered by many kind folk.
I went up to Sheffield again on Saturday and whilst Dad is much the same, he looks a better colour and was certainly aware that it was me there. I have had a nickname since birth (my Dad has never called me Amber) which I shall not divulge here and he called me it on Saturday which gave me great comfort that he is still in there.
The doctor has told me that he will not recover from his stroke and that for now he has ‘plateaued’ – he is no better and no worse and that should he recover sufficiently to leave hospital, that he will have to go into a nursing home for the rest of his life. Gloomy news indeed.
There was however a moment of gallows humour when in amongst all the mumbling, Dad quite clearly said ‘family secrets’. I tried hard to get him to tell me more but to no avail. I did suggest to him that perhaps he’s a secret millionaire and that he’s stashed it all somewhere and this got me a wobbly smile on the good side of his face. Goodness knows what he was on about.
So it’s all ongoing and looks as though it might be for some time to come. Dad is lucky as his partner of twenty and more years is devoted in her hospital attendance and so I can be here on the chilly Isle safe in the knowledge that he is being visited and looked after. It put lots of things into perspective for TG and I and as we made our weary way back we were thankful for all that we have.