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My mother died early this morning. I got a call from my sister last night at about 8pm to say Mum's condition had deteriorated. She was meant to be having an operation to have a stent fitted on Friday, but it was cancelled. I guess the doctors couldn't guarantee she would survive the surgery. I travelled across to Wetherby to pick Jacqueline (my sister) up - she had had a couple glasses of wine and couldn't drive - then drove to Manchester. We got there at about 11pm. Mum was very confused, could scarcely breathe and was not therefore able to talk. We stayed an hour, during which time the doctor came and turned off the defibrillator on her pacemaker so that if she arrested again, the defib would not kick-start her heart.
We left at about midnight, and I took Jacq home to Wetherby, and I reached home at about half past two. I got a call from my brother at about 9.30 this morning - he was on his way to Manchester, not having been able to go up yesterday. While I was out shopping, I got a text from Jacq saying Mum had passed away. Dad had stayed with her all night, then went home to get some breakfast, and she died while he was away. Keith had arrived at the hospital as Dad was leaving (for the second time) and so didn't get to see Mum one last time. I have to be sad about that.
My feelings are a bit mixed. From what I saw of her last night, I have to be glad she is at peace, because she certainly wasn't at that time. I am obviously very sad to have lost my mother, but I don't think it's really hit me yet. I am very sad for my father, because they have been together nearly 60 years, and I imagine he is feeling very lost and afraid. Most of you who read my journal know that I wasn't close to my mother, so it would be hypocritical of me to say I was distraught. I think, at the moment, I am just... numb.
I don't know when the funeral is. Stephen has a piano exam next Monday, 15th. With my luck, that's when the funeral will be.
Edit: Funeral is 2pm Friday 19th July. That's the day we break up for the summer holidays.
We left at about midnight, and I took Jacq home to Wetherby, and I reached home at about half past two. I got a call from my brother at about 9.30 this morning - he was on his way to Manchester, not having been able to go up yesterday. While I was out shopping, I got a text from Jacq saying Mum had passed away. Dad had stayed with her all night, then went home to get some breakfast, and she died while he was away. Keith had arrived at the hospital as Dad was leaving (for the second time) and so didn't get to see Mum one last time. I have to be sad about that.
My feelings are a bit mixed. From what I saw of her last night, I have to be glad she is at peace, because she certainly wasn't at that time. I am obviously very sad to have lost my mother, but I don't think it's really hit me yet. I am very sad for my father, because they have been together nearly 60 years, and I imagine he is feeling very lost and afraid. Most of you who read my journal know that I wasn't close to my mother, so it would be hypocritical of me to say I was distraught. I think, at the moment, I am just... numb.
I don't know when the funeral is. Stephen has a piano exam next Monday, 15th. With my luck, that's when the funeral will be.
Edit: Funeral is 2pm Friday 19th July. That's the day we break up for the summer holidays.