I need to clarify the record re the mother-in-law. She is kind, generous, sincere, good with the grand kids and is brilliant in a crisis but has zero communication skills and at times can be a frigging nightmare! Bossy, condescending and confrontational, wants to pick a fight and to be quite honest, had she been a child today would be labelled with Aspergers or severe behavioural issues.
My two week holiday in her company was made pretty hellish at a difficult time in my life but saved my getting to spend precious time with my amazing daughter and wonderful husband Ben who manages his mother brilliantly. I feel sorry that I created this bridge for him.
I feel emotionally drained from everything that has happened during the last few weeks. The jubilee weekend was a time to celebrate but we were sad after my Mum suffered a heart attack, a stroke and pneumonia. We were given the news over the Bank Holiday that she probably would not survive 48 hours and if she did that we were to arrange palliative care. Palliative is a new word for me. It makes things so final but in a strange way gives the deceased-to-be some dignity in ensuring their final days are comfortable.
We were given a miracle. My lovely Mum defied the odds and is thriving with an extremely weak heart. She is still in hospital and it looks likely that she will be back in her own home by the end of next week. My Dad is a Saint. He looks after Mum with tenderness and love that I can only dream of (Ben if you are reading this, please love me like that when I am approaching the sunset of my life).
It is a fact that the husband usually would be the first to pass away. Why is that? Who cares (hee hee).. pictures of me in years to come flirting with some old codgers at Bingo...
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