Oh my gosh, I've just sat down for a catch up. I can't believe you lot, I mean I'm sure I've said that any number of times throughout this thread, but I simply can't believe you.
Please please know that you absolutely don't have to do this for us, and most especially you mustn't invoke any expense on our behalf. I feel incredibly honoured and not worthy all at the same time. And you've made me cry again. I honestly don't know what to say.
You will all have no idea how precious your words have been to me - I turned to MN in July because I wasn't dealing with things as I usually did, and I expected really just to have a vent now and again. What I didn't expect to find was the wealth of wisdom, experience, care, compassion, thoughtfullness - and people who I will be forever grateful too, whatever happens. You honestly don't have to take this any further and invest more time, effort and expense. I am so touched I can't even begin to tell you. And what makes me feel worse is that I feel I can't recompense any of you in any way - I can't knit/sew/applique, I can't offer up the amazing support you all do (although when things are more settled I'm going to try and haunt the Relationships Board from time to time and stick my oar in!) and I can't even invent new cocktails!
Anyway - Sad, your poor LN at scout camp. The wet sleeping bag story had me sobbing. I'm so glad he has a fabulous aunty like you to turn to, we all need an aunty like you! I'll be sending my dc along next time they appear troubled about anything! Ds1 has decided to go to uni so he will be away next Sunday. It is the right thing for him to do and I am happy for him, however, I know I'll sob like a baby (hopefully not in front of him or any new friends he's trying to make).
As for dh - well, I think he's slowly getting better. I remain a bit cautious because we had a worrying episode on Friday. Myself and the dc were all in the car, having been out for an early tea in honour of ds1's birthday, when dh rang. Because we were in the car, the call came through on Bluetooth, and so all the dc could hear. Dh's first words were "Why am I in hospital?". Ds1 and I looked at each other, and dd started to cry quietly, as it became apparent that dh had no memory whatsoever of the last three months. He didn't know he'd had a heart operation, he wanted to know what had been done to his heart, he wanted to know if he'd been rushed in to hospital as an emergency, he couldn't remember seeing ds1 and I earlier that day or that it was ds1's birthday. The last time he had an episode like this was several years ago when he had a stroke, followed by endocarditis and on that occasion, amongst other things, he couldn't remember how many children we had 
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Anyway, over the next few hours the confusion gradually lifted (although I had to get his dialysis nurse involved because the nurse looking after him on the ward tried to say it was because he'd just woken up, which it so definitely was not). And now his memory seems back to normal again. He's having his new line inserted today - I haven't been up to hospital today as I've been trying to restore some order to my hovel home, so I hope all has gone to plan. If it has, all being well, he should be able to come home by the end of the week. And I'm feeling rash just now so I'm going to tell you Dr Hero's name - look away now if you think I'm being indiscreet! It's Mr Prakash Punjabi, and I love him (not in that way naturally!).
Well, another mammoth post from me. What I lack in regularity I make up for in length. Sorry lovely ladies for providing yet another essay for you all to digest. I've just realised I've been so engrossed in my update that the chicken for tea is ready, but I've forgotten to put the veg on!