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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Untitled (part 2)

It was Sunday evening when I realised something was up. I rang Mum to say I was going to visit and she put me off, said she was busy. That never happens! I slept on it on Sunday night and decided I would ring in the morning to see what was going on. I did so and got my Step Dad on the phone. He made up an equally implausible story that didn't fit with the previous one. I called Mum on her mobile. It was off.

By now I was cross and concerned! I was also a little unhinged, well more than normal, because Tall Girl had just left for Year 7 camp. That worry would normally have taken precedence over everything else, (She nearly missed last years school camp because she threw up, on the pavement just outside school, with nerves. I sat her back in the car and then she wouldn't get out again! Not even tears this year, how she's grown!) but not this time. I waved her goodbye and picked up the phone again.

This time, after threatening that I would turn up anyway, I managed to get the truth out of them both! Mum was going into hospital for an exploratory operation. They didn't want to worry me. I'm so glad I persevered.

I drove to Cheltenham and got there mid morning. This meant I had a few hours with Mum before I took her into the hospital. I wondered if she could see I'd been crying. We didn't mention it of course!

I took her in at 1.45, saw her into the process as far as I could then dashed home to get Small Sprog from school. It was a long wait until the phone rang last night. She had the results.........

13 comments:

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

I can only hope for all your sakes that they are good results.

Fi from Four Paws and Whiskers said...

Well that's a cliffhanger - please put us out of our misery!!!

lakeviewer said...

Oh, you've had your hands full. I love the quote you have on the right: "...We should be careful of eache other, we should be kind while there is still time."

mrsnesbitt said...

I know of the strong daughterly instinct. Stick with it!

Maggie May said...

Sub....... not sure whether you are hinting at bad news? Whichever way it is going, I am thinking of you and wishing you both well.
Your Mum certainly worried you more by not telling you what was happening in the first place.
Not knowing is the worst thing.

Steve said...

Still keeping my fingers crossed...!

Suburbia said...

Thank you all. This was not intended to be a cliff hanger, I just didn't manage to finish the post last night and it would have made a very long one if I had. I will finish today and it is not nearly as bad as we thought.

Furtheron said...

Very glad I read this after your last comment.

Good luck

Carol said...

Oh I'm so glad that it's not as bad as you thought!! I was reading through your post holding my breath!!

People do have a tendency to keep things from you so you don't worry...not realising that by keeping them from you you worry more!! (My Mum was terrible for doing that when we were in Thailand!!)

I'm sending happy healing thoughts your way

C x

Fat, frumpy and fifty... said...

They say that we only get thrown the crap we can cope with...hang on to that I hope it is true.

You have had your share this year so far....hold your kids extra tightly and breathe....in out, repeat.

you know where l am..

McBöbø said...

Doesn't sound like you are "being strong" (stiff upper lip, walled off, trying to show no emotion least you upset others).

Sounds like you're doing just fine. Concerned. Helpful. Loving. Just the daughter a proud mother would like to have, is my guess.

Rose said...

Parents can be like this sometimes, not wanting us to worry. But they don't realize that we want to be there for them, just as you are there for your children. I do hope the results turned out to be better than you thought.

Sounds like Tall Girl is really growing up.

amy said...

I'm glad that they are not as bad as you thought! take care xx