Came home here last night to try to get a decent sleep. Which I did, so that's good. Just spoke to Mum on the phone: Dad is still holding his own, which considering that they originally thought he wouldn't last til yesterday morning, is a good thing. Sort of. Still doesn't mean there's any hope of him recovering. Just that he's being his usual stubborn self.
Telling people is the worst, I think, or having to talk to them about it over again. In person or on the phone, that is. Typing it out like this is kind of helping. My brother has done most of the telling, but even so, meeting my aunts and cousins up at the hospital has been seriously emotional. The other cousins who haven't turned out yet are just too far away, though Ray might be bringing my aunt Mary down from Blackpool today. Dad's other two sisters were there as soon as they could be yesterday, and my eldest cousin, Malcolm, drove straight down from Norfolk. His Dad, my uncle Ted, has altzeimers, so there's no point telling him.
On the plus (you know what I mean) side, Ally was brilliant yesterday, and kept me company all day long, after feeding the Xandermog in the morning and bringing me the daft stuff I'd forgotten the night before, like my toothbrush, etc. And huge hugs to tamaranth
, and julieva
for chatting to, and distracting, me on AIM last night. As for all you guys who've left a comment on the last post, or dropped me a line via text or email, I really really appreciate it more than you know. THANK YOU!
And now I really should get myself going: Dad will be having more tests about now, and after that we might know if a "decision" can be made. I haven't asked what the either/or of that decision is, but I understand that surgery might be a faintly possible option now, whereas it wasn't before. But again, his chances or survival / recovery are minuscule. I don't want to hope and then be dashed down again, but it's difficult not to. Well, I guess I'll see how it goes.. nothing else to be done, really!
(and anyone else passing by)*