Awful phone call
I received an awful phone call this afternoon. I’d kind of been expecting it – Nanna rang to say that my Poppa is in hospital, in the high dependency unit. He is on oxygen, a drip and receiving blood transfusions. He doesn’t think he’ll come home. This is what has upset her the most, that he seems to have given up. He turned 74 earlier this year, so he wasn’t doing too badly. It’s just hard to reconcile the mental image I have of him as a strong healthy man in his late 50s, with my current mental image of him in a hospital bed, in the hospital my mum used to work at.
My uncle’s girlfriend is doing a lot of running around since Nanna doesn’t drive. I was glad to hear this from Nanna, but it just reminded me that Mum would have been doing that if she was still alive.
We had planned to go down there for Christmas, but we might have to go down sooner.
