Just creeping in at the back and pulling up a chair...
I've been on a rollercoaster the past 8 weeks of Dad in hospital - home - back in hospital, each time with sepsis. He's been in 3 weeks this time and they've now discovered a tumour on liver, the probable cause of his ills. Dad is 89 and, up to this summer, been fit and healthy, looking after himself well.
I'm now on the treadmill of visiting hospital daily, trying to co-ordinate social services/physios, seeing the right Dr., dealt with some very lacking in compassion nurses.
One day he's bright and planning coming home, the next he's withdrawn, not eating/drinking, unable to walk or exert himself at all.
As the only child of divorced, elderly, widowed parents, I'm finding it really hard emotionally.
I also have teenage daughter in her GCSE year who requires daily nagging!
Hope I can hold hands and draw strength and wisdom from you!