Just popped back to give you a quick up-date on my mum.
At the moment she is sleeping a lot, but they do say that is natures best way of healing. We have found that the stroke has also affected mums hearing, a small thing that we can get around, although I do find I’m shouting at everyone I speak to, until they remind me that they are not deaf.
Math printed off your wonderful comments for her, and brought them over so she could see them. Computers are a complete mystery to her, so she is amazed at how people all over the world know and care about her, it really perked her up.
I would like to say how much it has really helped and cheered her, she was overwhelmed with your kindness, and her smile beamed from ear to ear as I read them out to her, the power of blog-mates eh!!!!
So again thank-you from the bottom of my heart, for your support and kind wishes.
I must tell you the reason for the title of my post. Mum has lived for the last 16yrs in a row of nine cottages, tucked away behind the village church, its really nice and secluded.
She has never been a lady that neighboured very much, well until just recently that is.
Over the last few months I had noticed that when we where having a chat she would mention that she had been for a coffee at Roy’s (he lives in the cottage next to mum), or that she had gone around for a sherry in the evening with him, and he had taken mum shopping to purchase a new rug for her lounge just a couple of days before her stroke.
Roy’s wife died over 2yrs ago. He had cared for her over a long period of time before this, as she had been ill for many years.
Roy is 76yrs old, yet still gets up every morning at five, and drives over to the haulage yard he and his family own to do some odd jobs, returning home about lunch time, to cook himself a meal (with all the trimmings). He has invited mum round several times to join him, and she said he is a superb cook.
Last Friday, the 7th, it was mums birthday, and my sisters and I all bought her practical gifts that we thought would help with her recovery. At lunchtime, the nurse helped get mum on the settee in the lounge, and I was sat trying to explain how the 'easy to use phone' I’d bought her worked!!!
I heard a loud RAT-A -TAT- TAT on the front door. I opened it to see Roy stood there with his arms full of flowers and gifts.“ Is she ok to have visitors?” he boomed (Roy is also very hard of hearing).
I escorted him into the lounge, where mum was resting on the settee.
He started to sing Happy Birthday to her, pushing the dozen roses into her arms, then gave her a smacking big kiss on her lips (I thought about making a wise crack, get a room or something like that, but realised that it would be inappropriate). I took the flowers from mum saying I would put them in some water.
When I returned to the lounge, Roy had placed at the side of mum a big heart shaped box of chocolates and handed her a small beautifully wrapped gift box. Mum persevered to unwrap it, with a little help from Roy. There, inside the box, was an antique gold amethyst necklace. I swear I saw a blush spread across her cheeks as she ooohed & arrrrred at this gorgeous gift
Mum with my elder sisterWell what can I say, mum is a still a very attractive woman, think Liz Taylor and you will have an image of how she looks.
Do you think she’s been a bit of a dark horse, not telling me everything???? Don’t get me wrong I think it’s wonderful, and anything that brings a smile to her face is fine with me. Maybe I should start choosing a hat!!!!!!!!
