Mum had orginally said that she never wanted to come back to the house again, because that was her and Dads house, but as she spent time thinking about it in Hospital, she decided that she should go back and she how she felt. She was in her wheelchair, and got pushed into the house ... and then left alone. It's what she wanted, time alone in the nest that her and her soul mate had shared so many memories in.
During the time of Mum being in Hospital, I had to find a house for me, A and the baby to move into. Luckily, I found one within a week of looking, so we had moved in just before Christmas. So that when Mum returned home, it would just be her and Jess, no stress from too many bodies in the house.
Mum had a stairlift fitted in her house, but she refused to use it, and bum shuffled up and down the stairs. It was funny to watch, and a classic example of her personality. I went to visit every day, and again ... we decided to make another Rota for "carers". It was decided that me, Nan & Grandad and my Auntie S (Mums sister) would care for Mum throughout the week.
After a few days at home Mum started to relax, she was back in her natural environment. We had to go to the Mobility Centre regularly so that Mum could have her prosthetic leg made and fitted. And so she would eventually learn to walk again. And she was determined! As she was about everything, she told me ... "I will walk again, there's no doubt about that."
Mum had to go to London to have intensive physio, and it felt like a part of me was lost. I rang her everyday to see how she was, probably to make myself feel better! My mum is my best friend, and after spending every day with her, it was weird and unnatural for her to be gone for a week and me not see her. When she came back she was very tired, but of course I went to see her!!
She was recovering very well, apart from one thing ... that huge bloody prefix on her arm. The cage had to go ...
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