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.........