This past week (and 2 days) have been an extremely difficult time to put it mildly.
The Saturday before last my Mom was rushed by ambulance to hospital where she stayed in Critical Care until a few hours ago. She was being treated for Septicaemia and we found out afterwards that when she arrived at the hospital her heart, kidneys and lungs were busy shutting down. I cannot put into words what it felt like standing in the hospital and seeing my mother with an oxygen mask on, tubes everywhere and a machine monitoring everything while confirming how bad things were.
Seeing a loved one ill is so incredibly difficult. It is genuinely one of the most dreadful feelings – a mixture of fear and helplessness. There was nothing we could do but wait for blood results, scans, x-rays and tests to come back and tell us what was wrong. Even worse was the awful realisation that growing up my Mother always made us better when we were sick and all I could do as an adult now, was hold her hand and pretend not to be terrified that something bad was going to happen.
We came home last Sunday evening feeling stunned – my Mom is the sort of person who doesn’t sit still for long. Always on the go – which made seeing her in bed unable to breathe on her own so scary.
Mark phoned a guesthouse the next day and we drove after work on Monday so I could be close to the hospital. My Dad and sister had checked in the day before and the guesthouse was so conveniently situated, we could walk instead of driving. The infection was really bad but the antibiotics started working and my Mom was able to have a procedure on Wednesday to get rid of kidney stones.
The waiting was the worst. Waiting for visiting hours to start in the morning. Waiting to hear if my Mom had a good night and had eaten something. Waiting our turn to see her (2 visitors at a time in critical care). Waiting for test results is awful – the time felt like it was standing still.
I checked out on Wednesday and Mark came to fetch me in the afternoon. I missed him SO much and hardly slept while I was away – I was exhausted on Wednesday night. Thursday my Dad sent good news that my Mom was looking better, still on oxygen and tired but getting better.
We went to visit yesterday and were so happy to see the improvement in my Mom. She was still on oxygen but not the full face mask which makes talking tricky. We could chat to her properly which was awesome. I’ve heard from my Dad today that my Mom has moved out of Critical Care into a General Ward. Now we just wait for her to be able to leave the hospital.
So that was our week – scary and stressful but with good news at the end. I’m so grateful for prayers, positive thoughts and all the support we’ve received as a family. Phone calls and messages constantly reminding us that we are in people’s thoughts and prayers made this terrifying journey a bit easier to navigate.
I’m so grateful for the endless support from Mark who made 8 trips to Worcester and was there for me constantly at a really scary time.
If we had to believe the movies, advertising and social media then we’d think that love is about roses, expensive presents and constantly smiling faces with romantic theme music in the background. But real love is weathering a massive storm together and being made to feel safe the entire time.
Thank you Marky.