emerged. After a couple of days of radio silence my flat thing murmured. As if by some ghastly trick, I could see her. For months our flat things haven’t been producing pictures, now they are and I am sad at the sight before me. Audrey complaining of the cold sat in her hospital room.
‘I don’t want to die cold!’
‘Perhaps it is your body getting in training for what is to come!’
‘They have just thrown a coat at me and left me to it! Anyway I am being discharged today and nothing has been said!’
‘The care package isn’t in place until the 29th Audrey so they won’t send you home before then’
We talked on until she once again had to dash to the loo.
‘FaceTime me later, love you Mum!’
‘I will, and I do you too!’
Will that be the last time we speak?
I got on to the ward to find out where the dressing gown was that had been delivered on Christmas Day by one of her neighbours.
A chatty nurse said it was in a carrier bag, soiled!?! She then went on to say she has been complaining of the cold for days and she is toasty and her temperature is spot on. Yesterday Audrey had a bad day, in bed not communicating. Today she is a lot brighter, using her iPad. Certainly she isn’t being discharged anytime soon!
That was Monday.
How is it going to end? I worry when she doesn’t get in touch and now worry when I see the decline when she does.
Today Tuesday has ended with Audrey in bed in her own home? The NHS have more pressing needs for her hospital bed.
Maybe her dream of dying at home comes one step closer?