Yes I know i've not posted anything for ages.
But for me thats a good thing because since the Vow Renewal we have been just ticking along getting on with every day life. I haven't felt the need to come on here and whitter on but here I am feeling the need to have a whitter.
Bear still continues to have issues with her bowel and fortunately she is due in next Wednesday for an Endoscopy and Colonoscopy to investigate the possibility of Inflamatory Bowel Disease. She is quite reconciled to all this testing and fortunately she is being knocked out so they can have a good old look round. She takes a pragmatic approach to all this knowing this is a necessary evil to go through for a positive eventual outcome.
Dan is gearing up to view Universities he still doesn't see the need because it's not like you need a degree in Rock Star. But then the music industry is a fickle mistress and a boy needs to earn a wage so Music production is the second alternative and for that he does need a degree. Hence all the Uni visits over the next couple of months. He is more into the Rock vibe now declaring that black hair is passé and Electric Blue is the way to go and what isn't blue is going to be shaved. I'm not sure what the eventual look will be just watch this space.
So as always whenever my life is in danger of becoming ordinary even, dare I say it, a bit boring my Mother throws a spanner in the mix. A long term diabetic her little toe has become ulcerated, a very fast referral to the Hospital showed us how very bad it is. Terms like pre gangrenous and infected, cellulitis and toe amputation does nothing to help my mothers nerves and consequentially affects mine. I'd love to be able to say she's been calm and cooperative but I cant ;-)
Her passionate, vehement dislike of Hospitals. Which after what Ian and Dad went through I can at least understand. Has led to some spectacular rows, tantrums and tears. Neil and Roy cannot deal with my mother like this so it comes to me. Yes you are right there is a wicked case of Deuja Vue is coming on here.
But here's the thing after all the grief and sadness of looking after Ian and eventually mourning him has taught me to be much tougher and resilient. Yes I'm very stressed and worried about my Mum because at 86 she is vulnerable and I don't want to lose her so soon after losing Ian.
But that does not mean I am going to coddle her and at times tough love is the only way to get her to listen. St H is being absolutely phenomenal in their care of her and I'm hoping that after seeing the consultant on Friday a plan of action will be clearer and we know where we stand.
So here we all are another year another stress but I will fight this and just long for the day where my life gets back to normal, boring possibly but boring is good.
Peace and Love X X X
