The brain is a powerful muscle… and a bit of a fickle one at times.
As I commented yesterday, today Mum and I headed in to see Dad during what we have started calling “the Morning Shift”. Normally the visiting hours at Sir Charlies is 7am to 1pm and 3pm to 8.30pm. Though the 1-3 period is “recommended” as patient down time… we have found it more a rule than a suggestion. I’m assuming that however if a patient or visitor really needed that time it would be allowed on a case by case basis. HDU Neurology is a little different. Their operating times are from 10am to 1pm and the 3pm to 8.30. We can only assume this is because the people in this ward are considered for the moment as ‘critical’ and the staff are a little more strict with the routine.
The run into Perth today was very smooth, we have discovered that unless we are travelling at peak during the week that the Kwinana Freeway is the best option in and out… We were amused to see the sheer number of people packing the platforms along the freeway train stations… we guessed rightly that most were probably heading into the city to see “The Giants”.
We arrived just after 10am and headed up to the ward. At first when I stuck my head around the door of the HDU, my heart did a little skip as Dad’s bed was empty and made… where the hell was he? Then the nurse moved and I realised that he was sitting in the chair beside his bed. Phew…
Dad was his calm self. Or as the nurse I spoke to before coming in said… a very contented chap. The more this progresses the more I find myself thinking that this is a side effect of the pressure being placed on his brain by this little cerebral invaders. Dad by nature, while fun loving, is also a fairly serious person who considers things deeply and profoundly. The state I have found him in the past few times we’ve seen him is almost reminiscent of what people describe early onset dementia would be like…
We did have a moment, where without realising it Dad touched a raw nerve with Mum. Mum’s being insanely brave with everything that has happened, and I know the thought of losing her best friend and partner of 48 years very very hard. Couple this with her own health issues and she is of course feeling very fragile at best. Dad passed a comment about visiting that to him in his current state would have meant very little, but it took both Mum and I a-back and suddenly the already delicate strength Mum was clinging to toppled a little. I tried to steer the conversation away from anything further and ‘reset’ Dad as it were. We are very much aware that this is not modis operendi for Dad and it throws you for a loop when something like that occurs.
On a brighter note he had a visit for a fellow salty dog Sid this afternoon and from the brief text Sid sent me, Dad was very chatty.
Tomorrow will bring a new day and a couple of extra-special visitors as Dad’s Sister, Brother and Sister-in-law are coming up for a flying visit from Albany to see him.
Hopefully by my post tomorrow night, we should have a firm idea of what time the biopsy is scheduled for… and we will keep everyone posted as events happen.
Thank you for your lovely words
Yoli & Barb