Mum went for a biopsy today so I accompanied her (to be exact I went to the hospital in my car and stayed with mum to see in her in the taxi home as she cant get my wheelchair in the boot of my car).
The photo seemed like an apt metaphor for the experience – never ending corridors, foreign medical languages and a sense of being lost.
These places and tasks are never nice but one unexpected benefit was spending a couple of hours with just mum on her own and apart from dad. No secrets discussed, but the dynamic and subject matter is different with just me and mum. It reminded me of being 13 (1971) and at home in the evening when it was just me and mum – dad was doing overtime, Jim was at university and Steve was out.
Reflecting on this it was similarly different when I was with dad on his own last Friday when mum went for her CT scan.
Lets hope the results from the biopsy are good and they can sort her problems out.