Memory Foam Mattress

Mum has asked her number one son to write tonights blog post.  Obviously you all know that it's me, Tom. 

I asked what tone I should use and I was told 'informative'.  On that note I'd like to inform everyone that we have a pin up of a shirtless Ross Poldark on the fridge. I don't know who put it there but I'd hazard a guess it was mum.  No complaints though, for he is a beautiful man.

It was Jessies 6th birthday today, but unfortunately mum was not at home to celebrate it with her.

Mum was running a temperature last night and so a doctor was called for (the apple a day she has been eating has not been very proficient at keeping him away as of late).  Unfortunately she was told in no uncertain terms that she had to go to hospital to be given some more serious IV antibiotics, for if she didn't she may very well be taking her chances in the night.

Understandably that news was quite unsettling, but we gave her a packet of tissues and many hugs and sent her on her way.  She is a strong woman and although hospital isn't a great place, it's the lesser of two evils right now. 

Mum found herself on a ward with a woman who I will call woman X. If you were wondering, the X stands for 'extremely annoying'.  X is generally inconsiderate of others, but at least her incessant loud talking will give mum something else to think about.

This post is called memory foam mattress because apparently whilst on his visit today, Daniel pressed into mums leg (which is quite large due to fluid), and then claimed 'your leg is just like a memory foam mattress!'.  Charming.  Everyone has joined mum at some point today, as we've been taking it in shifts. Bex even managed to help mum get an hour of sleep this afternoon, which i know was greatly received as mum didn't get much last night.

We've got a meeting with a specialist tomorrow, and they'll attempt to improve her breathing by hopefully draining some of the fluid around her lungs.  She might end up at hospice or even perhaps at home, as long as there are facilities to administer IV antibiotics three times a day.  Breathing is still an issue, and she gets tired very quickly and needs to take regular breaks to catch her breath.

Mum is finding visitors quite exhausting.  As a family we are having to manage our time carefully, as she not only has bouts of coughing, but periods where she needs to sleep, or just lie down and rest. 

We're at a point right now where I am going to have to politely ask anyone who wishes to visit her to first ask a member of the family.  This means visits to the Hospital, or at home in St Martin. 

Whilst she loves you all, unexpected visits are not what she needs right now as her single brain cell is struggling to instruct her body to perform basic bodily functions like breathing, or, as a woman, nagging.

We all love her very much and are hoping to get her home over the next two days.