Patience for Patients

I took my mum for a pre-op lunch. Dad came too. My siblings and I have a rota of care booked in for her for next week. My husband keeps referring to it as “Your holiday next week”. I mean, truth be told, I’m looking forward to caring for a 79-year-old and a 91-year-old rather than looking after an 18-year-old and myself, but if I give it too much thought I realise what a motley crew of bad hips and knees and disabilities and leukaemia we actually are. My main medical qualification skills seem to be, “Let’s just eat some ibuprofen, go for a gentle walk and then come back and have a glass of wine shall we,” so I think on this basis we should all be fine.

As we arrived at the restaurant, which is at the back of a garden centre, my dad used a shopping trolley as an invisible walking aid to steady him getting around. I was impressed with his resourcefulness. “I’d have done the same,” I thought. Then I remembered, “I’m his daughter and that’s why.”

“Good idea that Dad. It’ll stop you rolling about on the floor, won’t it?” He laughed out loud. “Yes,” and then added, “I hope so!” I’m so pleased to report that it did.

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