Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2020 11:35:51 GMT -5
So I'm sat in my childhood home. Staring at my phone waiting for my mum to finish calling other family members. Feeling helpless and frustrated.
On Sunday, my step-dad was up a ladder, by himself, when he fell. We don't know the exact circumstances as he was alone. He was found by a passerby. He was incoherent and confused. They called the ambulance and my mum came outside to find the scene.
He was rushed to hospital. My mum couldn't go as it was a covid ward. There he tested positive for covid, making a visit completely impossible. There they did scans before rushing him to a specialist hospital. This took several hours. One can argue that if they were quicker they could have limited the damage, but it's too late for that now.
Scans showed significant pressure and a bleed on the brain. The doctor gave my mum two options. Let him go, or perform a craniotomy. She obviously went with the later. However, following an agonising wait, it has become clear the damage was too much. As I type this, the machines are being turned off. My mum and my brother are at the hospital, but cant be in the ward.
I live a couple hundred miles from my mum. When this broke my instinct was to go down immediately. However, my partner wouldn't be able to come and the lockdown is still mostly in effect (we're in England). I have tried to support from afar but it's been painful. We all had covid tests and all tested negative. This makes no sense given my mum and brother were with him and he tested positive, but there you go. I self-isolated with my partner in preparation for this moment.
My stepdad was a good man. Intelligent, funny, passionate and hard working. He moved from London to Switzerlsnf then onto Australia where he worked as an engineer for over years. He married there and had 4 children. He had his first grandchild 3 years ago.
Despite being separated by a planet he met my mum through mutual friends. They clicked and had a 7 year long distance relationship before he retired, moved here and married. The bit I like to tell people is how they would fly out from seperate airports and meet at their destination. Very romantic.
He loved my mum. He absolutely adored her. And that was what my mum deserved.
He was supposed to look after her.
Gonna stop here, getting upset. I needed to just write this down and spit in into the ether.
If you can, hug your parents tonight or give them a call. If you cant pour a drink, say a prayer, whatever you do.
Ahhh... poo.
On Sunday, my step-dad was up a ladder, by himself, when he fell. We don't know the exact circumstances as he was alone. He was found by a passerby. He was incoherent and confused. They called the ambulance and my mum came outside to find the scene.
He was rushed to hospital. My mum couldn't go as it was a covid ward. There he tested positive for covid, making a visit completely impossible. There they did scans before rushing him to a specialist hospital. This took several hours. One can argue that if they were quicker they could have limited the damage, but it's too late for that now.
Scans showed significant pressure and a bleed on the brain. The doctor gave my mum two options. Let him go, or perform a craniotomy. She obviously went with the later. However, following an agonising wait, it has become clear the damage was too much. As I type this, the machines are being turned off. My mum and my brother are at the hospital, but cant be in the ward.
I live a couple hundred miles from my mum. When this broke my instinct was to go down immediately. However, my partner wouldn't be able to come and the lockdown is still mostly in effect (we're in England). I have tried to support from afar but it's been painful. We all had covid tests and all tested negative. This makes no sense given my mum and brother were with him and he tested positive, but there you go. I self-isolated with my partner in preparation for this moment.
My stepdad was a good man. Intelligent, funny, passionate and hard working. He moved from London to Switzerlsnf then onto Australia where he worked as an engineer for over years. He married there and had 4 children. He had his first grandchild 3 years ago.
Despite being separated by a planet he met my mum through mutual friends. They clicked and had a 7 year long distance relationship before he retired, moved here and married. The bit I like to tell people is how they would fly out from seperate airports and meet at their destination. Very romantic.
He loved my mum. He absolutely adored her. And that was what my mum deserved.
He was supposed to look after her.
Gonna stop here, getting upset. I needed to just write this down and spit in into the ether.
If you can, hug your parents tonight or give them a call. If you cant pour a drink, say a prayer, whatever you do.
Ahhh... poo.
