thank goodness I took myself in hand yesterday, and made the journey to the hospital.
when I arrived I immediately went to find precious, the wonderful social worker, who had been so kind and caring .
she left her work and met me at sisters ward, who was in theatre having an endoscopy.
she explained that sister was not going to rehabilitation, but to a nursing home, the same place as her husband with dementia.
she said my sister had finally agreed to go.
BUT, and this is the massive BUT.
whilst waiting for sisters return, her husbands granddaughter arrived.
at first she appeared somewhat hostile, I had never met her before in my life.
she quite crossly said "isn't she back yet", I said no, and that we had made the 4 hour each way to visit, and didn't mind waiting however long it took.
I explained that I am her sister, but due to her grandfather hadn't been allowed to visit my sister at home for decades, only managing a secret visit when she was at work.
At this point granddaughter softened, and said...I know him...quite menacingly.
I asked her if she had heard the latest news re sisters imminent news re the same home as her grandfather?
she said ...no she hadn't ....
then she was literally spitting blood, saying she didn't want that evil abusive man anywhere my sister, she doesn't want him to have access to her ever again.
she angrily said she demands the social worker to come to see her immediately, as she works in the same hospital.
then proceeded to tell me just some of the evil abuse he committed over the years.
when a nurse attempted to visit when sister was bedbound, he locked the door and refused the desperate help she needed.
then, this...which haunted me last night...
the day sister was taken by ambulance into itu at the hospital in june, where they saved her life, ,he forced her to put his slippers on (she has special boots for the sores, stomas, one kidney )and somehow manage to drag herself to a shop to get him a newspaper, even though he is totally fit.
there is much more that I don't know, actually can't bear to hear more to be honest, yet sister suffered in silence.
I begged her over the years to come to me for a break,offered meals delivery, and lots more, but he wouldn't allow any help for her.
nothing to do with his age, he has always been this way the granddaughter said.
anyway, this morning, I was ready for war.i contacted precious, a kind lovely caring person,
at last today, a separate nursing home is being searched for in her area, so she won't have to have any contact with this evil abuser.(tell it how it is)
I gave her the option to come to me at home, or a nursing home nearby, but she wants to stay in the area she has spent the last 50 years of her life, which I accept.
so, finally today , once a nursing home is available it's the next step for my dear sister.
I quietly and calmly told sister not to worry, she doesn't need to worry what will happen, she is too vulnerable to have to worry, she replied...I know, have a saviour...you...brought tears to my eyes.
so, just waiting to hear when she can leave the geriatric ward, and move to a more "homely" environment.
so, finally granddaughter and I are on the same page, we are texting today, she has just said the endoscopy results are normal, though a biopsy was taken, waiting for results.
at least now, I have another person and , between us we can support/battle/care for my sister together.