The hospital decided yesterday that they were going to send Mum home. She says they are not planning on giving her chemo after all.
I called last night to find out what arrangements had been made. They are going to send a care worker 4 times a day for up to six weeks f.o.c. to help her get up and put her to bed etc and assess her as to long term coping. They’ve put in two commodes and two zimmer frames - one each upstairs and the same downstairs. A key safe has been put on the outside so the care workers can get in.
All well and good. I was told she’d be coming home at 10.30 this morning via hospital transport. I had a rare day of work at the library, but planned to go round and spend some time with her this evening.
Her neighbor came into the library just before lunch time to say that on the way home mum had had a turn - they suspected a mini-stroke - so they’d taken her back to A & E.
Meanwhile, my husband was on his way to visit his father - who has Alzheimer’s - and the gear linkage on his car shattered! Just when he has 12 weeks of part time work starting Monday, and we have no money to get it fixed.
Phoned the hospital on my lunch break. They decided Mum hadn’t had a stroke, and although the jaundice is back, they still want to send her home. Just waiting for transport to be available.
As at 8pm as I write this, she is STILL waiting. Haven’t been able to go and see her - they said don’t bother trying to get down as she could be leaving any minute. They promised to call me when she left A & E.
Just got a call at 8.05pm.
The nurse has been chasing all afternoon. At 7pm she was told they were in the building and on the way. They didn’t show up. She chased again three times until she was told at 7.50 that they had signed off and gone - without mum! They then suggested calling transport from Luton, which is about an hour’s drive away. She put her foot down and said that she wasn’t prepared to send mum home to an empty house at what would be 10pm. So mum is staying in overnight and is now due home 10am tomorrow.
I wasn’t told, but my brother called to say they’d told him when he called that they’ve put a catheter in.
I despair. Can’t get a straight answer from anyone on anything.
Don’t know how much more I can take.