Re: Stay Strong
Well we have had a horrible night. I was hoping that the cough had subsided, I should have known better. I had such a busy day yesterday, catching up with housework as a new cleaner arrives (my usual one has been in a car crash) so I can't leave her as she has never been before. The house is like a Chinese laundry and it's so cold outside I can't even hang them up or they would freeze. By 1.45 pm we go to the tip which is packed so I have to carry everything the full length as needless to say the one we want is right at the other end. Back into town to pay paper bill, run back to car and off to surgery. Finally home by 2.4pm a and I realise I've had nothing to eat! So by ten O'clock I go to bed to read. By two am. The coughing seeps into my brain and I know he's suffering. I put my dressing gown on and pad along the landing, he's hurt his toe again by getting it caught under the base of the bed and the nurse has bound it too tightly. I go down and make a cup of tea, some paracetamol (two for me), re dress his toe, rub some more vick on his chest and he snuggles down. I go back to bed, frozen and my mind in a whirl, is the tumour pressing on his wind pipe again? I toss and turn and have no idea when I fell asleep. I am going to ring our Mc Millan nurse in the morning to see when we get a scan, we have been left in limbo and I'm struggling to cope with the uncertainty.