Grandma, my lovely mum.

 It's Saturday 22nd February, 2025.

I haven't been here in a while. Lots has happened, good and bad, in the last few years. Perhaps I'll write about some in another post? This post, is about my lovely mum.


Mum & I have had a tumultuous relationship over the years. Her undiagnosed bipolar was difficult to deal with, for her and the people around her. In the past few years, since the pandemic really....she's been a lot softer, a lot easier to get on with. Her mood is more stable, and her body doesn't allow her to have the manic episodes it used to take her on.

It's been tough over the years, but I love my mum to bits. She's kind, and thoughtful, and loves her children and grandchildren deeply.


Just over a week ago I got a taxi to mum's with the aim of cutting her hair and helping her tidy up. A very house-proud mum had become a bit of a hoarder in the last few years, and the place was untidy and in need of a clean. 

I'd been in hospital with RSV & pneumonia two weeks before...and in an induced coma for a couple of months last year too, so I'd not helped her keep on top of things. I hadn't really been to mums since January. We always met in town for our weekly "sausage day" with her little Chihuahua, Poppy, so I didn't know how bad things had got. It was bad! 


Anyway, today (Feb 13th) I walk in and find her on the bathroom floor. There was mess everywhere, and she's slipped and fallen hard. I called an ambulance, cleaned her up, covered her to keep her warm and waited..... over 2 and 1/2 hours! Mum said she wasn't in pain, which was a relief, but I couldn't get her up or make her more comfortable. It was horrible.

Mum was finally taken to Hinchingbrooke hospital. I had to stay with Poppy because she's so anxious and can't be left. I felt awful letting mum go alone. 😢

Mum was taken to A&E, then sent to AAU, then critical care. 

After many scans/tests etc, the news isn't good....and I'm heartbroken. My lovely mum doesn't deserve this.

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