Like it is for all of us I suppose, eventually we will meet our destiny and we've now been told that dad's time with us is coming to an end and that he can only be made comfortable and will not be in a position to improve or gain any strength. It is very sad and distressing for the family to see him like this and I've often felt that this is the cruelty of the disease. It tears up your loved ones before your eyes and you've got no chance to do anything about it. In olden days, I'm guessing he would be dead by now as he would have contracted such a serious series of infections that would have been untreatable. These days, they can work miracles and indeed so they have but at what cost?
I remember going to the funeral of my uncle who died very suddenly and the vicar spoke about how sometimes it was better like that. He died young and whilst it was one hell of a shock we would always remember him like that, as we had known him the last time we saw or spoke to him. It was a hell of a shock to us all but I kind of understand what he was saying and in a way, and I really don't mean to be cruel, it might be better if dad didn't wake up tomorrow morning. I know you'll think that an awful thing to say but that's how it feels and he's enjoying no quality of life and isn't likely to either, he is deteriorating and being kept alive by the wonders of medical science.
This isn't the man who I've known all my life and it isn't the way I want to see him or how he would want to be seen either. I certainly don't want to remember him like this I want to remember him as my dad, as my father, the guy that taught me wood and metalwork and the forward defence stroke, to play football, fly a kite, build sandcastles and all that good father son stuff. Now he's a frail and frightened man, not even in his home, being looked after by overworked nurses and doctors and frankly wasting away before our eyes. I feel sorry for my mum who has stood up to all this for these past 10 months or so. Of course you never really want someone to die or to no longer be there but you never ever want them to suffer like this - although suffer may be too strong a word.
Cancer, as I've often said before, works on many levels beyond the disease itself because of the way it is perceived and understood and misunderstood all at the same time. Early posts explore this element of the disease and yet then it was about me and what I was going through and the shit I put my family through (note that it wasn't cancer that did that - it was my fault!). That's another one of those things you do. My fault, I caused suffering for others and so on - how strange is that. It's as if you had been hit by an uninsured driver and it was your own fault for being there at the wrong time! Bizarre thing cancer.
So, there's me being wicked and being concerned and looking in to dad's eyes and seeing the fear. Fear to go to sleep in case he doesn't wake up, of his eyes failing and being blind and then he looks at the flesh hanging down loosely from his arms and pulls a disgusted and fearful face at that. His voice is becoming feint and his strength is going, his patience is growing shorter and his comprehension skills are failing as he fails to understand what you say to him. Now his feet and hands are growing cold and gradually his body is shutting down.
I'm not sure if I'm just braving this out or have rationalised it in my head or through my own experience when looking back at my dark days. I wonder if things hadn't gone so well whether I'd have thought any differently. I'm hoping that I am thinking pragmatically about death. I hope that I have no regrets and that I am comfortable with my lot, that I made a difference to someone, anyone, and that I lived a good life and did the right things. I certainly feel this way more so because cancer became my great leveller and that I also learnt some key lessons during that time. I had 2 years to re-build myself and my confidence in the charity and whilst I saw some pretty bleak and awful things happening to other people, it made me realise how lucky I was. I also "made a difference" in the time that I was there, that was the thing, I did something for other people and many didn't know who I was.
I look back at achievements and they aren't what you think they may be. They are my children and their upbringing, their work for other people and their work ethic and maturity. I look at the difference I made to other lives and these things are my achievements. The rest of the things are material and transient, worth less now than when you bought them. We have everything we need, shelter, warmth, food, health - not sure what Maslow would make of it but there you go. In many ways I think another achievement may be to educate those friends and those acquainted with me that cancer isn't what they thought it was, that you could take an attitude to it and that you can beat it and you can come through it. Now I look back and wonder and see how people viewed me and I don't see myself in their description of me. I never really thought I was ill or even looked ill but some of the photos do show me looking drawn and grey, I now look a lot better and often get reminded by my mates that I used to look like sh1t :-)
So - big change in my attitude, 6 years ago I would have wanted a fast car, big house, dah de dah but now, that actually isn't on the important list at all.... However, not everyone thinks like that and so that also makes for an interesting time.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
Out Again
I was out last night at the Jazz night which was good - it looks as if I haven't been at all this year! So perhaps not been for more like 8 months. It doesn't seem that long ago but perhaps it has been as the last signature in the book of mine was September 2011! It was good to get along to the event anyway and enjoyed the beer and the music.
Tonight, it looks like I am out again to meet my friend who is also the Director of Ceremonies for Saturday and I know that he will want to run through some procedural stuff and make sure that I'm prepared for it.
My dad should be being assessed today to be given a holistic view of where we are and what needs to be done. I'm pretty much of the opinion that if he doesn't get his strength back he will need to stay in some form of care and whether that is in a Hospital bed or some Care Home I just don't know. Hopefully though we will get some sort of resolution on this as the journey to and from the Hospital is 30 minutes each way and it is wearing on my mum as well as for my brother and sister in law. If he can come home - which he may appreciate, he will need a lot of care and this is the problem - he almost needs one to one 24x7 cover, I cannot imagine that is likely given how things are in the NHS and Social Services and I don't think that Marie Curie nurses would be right. But I am jumping the gun here and we need to hear what the specialists say.
Unfortunately it is only a matter of time though and making him comfortable and stable is the priority as well as ensuring that he is receiving pain killers as and when they may be required. I still feel quite remote from it all and wonder if that is something unusual in my psyche? Other things provoke emotional responses but not this - well not as deep or spontaneously. I'm wondering whether I'm some sort of weirdo :-)
Tonight, it looks like I am out again to meet my friend who is also the Director of Ceremonies for Saturday and I know that he will want to run through some procedural stuff and make sure that I'm prepared for it.
My dad should be being assessed today to be given a holistic view of where we are and what needs to be done. I'm pretty much of the opinion that if he doesn't get his strength back he will need to stay in some form of care and whether that is in a Hospital bed or some Care Home I just don't know. Hopefully though we will get some sort of resolution on this as the journey to and from the Hospital is 30 minutes each way and it is wearing on my mum as well as for my brother and sister in law. If he can come home - which he may appreciate, he will need a lot of care and this is the problem - he almost needs one to one 24x7 cover, I cannot imagine that is likely given how things are in the NHS and Social Services and I don't think that Marie Curie nurses would be right. But I am jumping the gun here and we need to hear what the specialists say.
Unfortunately it is only a matter of time though and making him comfortable and stable is the priority as well as ensuring that he is receiving pain killers as and when they may be required. I still feel quite remote from it all and wonder if that is something unusual in my psyche? Other things provoke emotional responses but not this - well not as deep or spontaneously. I'm wondering whether I'm some sort of weirdo :-)
If I may?
A Bradbury Quote from the Locusts (Locusts of Mars) Martian Chronicles.
This is the power of writing - it doesn't get much better than this to screw with your mind! :-)
"The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmitted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so they resembled steel-toothed carnivores, spitting them into their swift hands as they hammered up frame cottages and scuttled over roofs with shingles to blot out the eerie stars, and fit green shades to pull against the night. And when the carpenters had hurried on, the women came in with flowerpots and chintz and pans and set up a kitchen clamor to cover the silence that Mars made waiting outside the door and the shaded window. "
Imagine a book filled with such wonderful prose - there you have the Martian Chronicles....
This is the power of writing - it doesn't get much better than this to screw with your mind! :-)
"The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmitted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so they resembled steel-toothed carnivores, spitting them into their swift hands as they hammered up frame cottages and scuttled over roofs with shingles to blot out the eerie stars, and fit green shades to pull against the night. And when the carpenters had hurried on, the women came in with flowerpots and chintz and pans and set up a kitchen clamor to cover the silence that Mars made waiting outside the door and the shaded window. "
Imagine a book filled with such wonderful prose - there you have the Martian Chronicles....
Ray Bradbury
Has passed away today at the age of 91. I read Fahrenheit 451 but my real love was the Martian Chronicles or the Locusts or Mars (I think it was called). It was one of only a few books that took me away from where I was and opened things up. Other books must include Lord of The Rings, The Gormenghast Trilogy, the regeneration Trilogy and perhaps Wilt by Tom Sharpe (strangely enough) were life changing works.
I still prefer historical books and I still think that Martin Gilbert's History of the 20th Century is just an amazing piece of work. Add to that the House by the Thames and London a Biography and Cromwell our Chief of Men and you can keep me chatting all night long. I will not do that. I will however suggest that if you haven't read the Martian Chronicles that you should do so. There is something hauntingly beautiful in the prose and like Gormenghast the words flow off the page and pull you in to a wonderful world - far more enchanting than Rowling's Harry Potter, far deeper and far darker and yet somehow beautiful.
How I admire the ability of these authors who produce literature that you can easily read, immerse yourself in and enjoy. I enjoy it for "what it is" and find the sniping critics don't appreciate the effort that has gone in to convey the story (whether fiction or factual). To capture your reader and take them on a page turning roller coaster of a journey is a magical gift indeed. I just wished I possessed half of their talent and might be able to properly express myself using correct English Grammar would be half of the fight :-)
We should mourn the passing of great artists like Bradbury who's imagination and writing were unbounded by present day constraints. I now need to go find the Martian Chronicles and re read it - I'm sure that I will not be disappointed.
I still prefer historical books and I still think that Martin Gilbert's History of the 20th Century is just an amazing piece of work. Add to that the House by the Thames and London a Biography and Cromwell our Chief of Men and you can keep me chatting all night long. I will not do that. I will however suggest that if you haven't read the Martian Chronicles that you should do so. There is something hauntingly beautiful in the prose and like Gormenghast the words flow off the page and pull you in to a wonderful world - far more enchanting than Rowling's Harry Potter, far deeper and far darker and yet somehow beautiful.
How I admire the ability of these authors who produce literature that you can easily read, immerse yourself in and enjoy. I enjoy it for "what it is" and find the sniping critics don't appreciate the effort that has gone in to convey the story (whether fiction or factual). To capture your reader and take them on a page turning roller coaster of a journey is a magical gift indeed. I just wished I possessed half of their talent and might be able to properly express myself using correct English Grammar would be half of the fight :-)
We should mourn the passing of great artists like Bradbury who's imagination and writing were unbounded by present day constraints. I now need to go find the Martian Chronicles and re read it - I'm sure that I will not be disappointed.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Jazz Night
Blimey when was the last time I went to Jazz Night? Probably January I think as Peter was there and died a few days afterwards - sad but mercifully quick from what I understand and from my own experience with dad, this hanging on and no real quality of life, I can understand why it was probably better albeit such a shock.
So I haven't been to a Jazz night for a while and I think I may have missed one through having a cold or if not that through the scan or something anyway, I'm going tonight despite the rain!
I've come off the Slow carb diet for a while only because we've had a series of things going on and loads of events and it was just too difficult to maintain the discipline. I'm eating properly though and managing to keep my weight. I do need to get back onto the diet in a week or two when there are no more calls on my attendance at meals etc. I haven't put on any weight so that is good.
So - out tonight - looking forward to it greatly - I need a bit of a break.
So I haven't been to a Jazz night for a while and I think I may have missed one through having a cold or if not that through the scan or something anyway, I'm going tonight despite the rain!
I've come off the Slow carb diet for a while only because we've had a series of things going on and loads of events and it was just too difficult to maintain the discipline. I'm eating properly though and managing to keep my weight. I do need to get back onto the diet in a week or two when there are no more calls on my attendance at meals etc. I haven't put on any weight so that is good.
So - out tonight - looking forward to it greatly - I need a bit of a break.
Making the wrong decisions for the right reason
Had a chat with my business partner - I was mulling the stupid set of conversations I'd had yesterday. These are the sort of conversations that spook you into acting in a knee jerk reaction. I could easily pick up the phone and get a job that I'd regret in a month and kick into touch. I need to think things through and be measured and I've got a few issues to be getting on with this week without the worry that somehow we will be in the workhouse by the end of the week.
Right now I've got a series of balancing acts to do and they involve my father's situation as I ought to go up there pretty soon I guess. He has been in Hospital 3 weeks today which is probably the longest since the big operation. The issue is that whilst I'm there I won't be doing a hell of a lot - I can do a little but have no chance to arrange interviews and the like. Additionally, I haven't decided what I want to do going forward.
This weekend is important for me as I will have a really interesting day on Saturday being installed in the Chair of my Lodge, I've yet to learn my words properly and also I've to make sure that I have my speech ready and so on. I'm working on another piece of business too at the moment which may or may not have any relevance for me. Let's see.
The very last thing I need to be doing though is doing the right thing for the wrong reason and ending up back where I was some years ago in a job I hated, working with people I had no respect whatsoever for. Given my change in personality I just don't deal with fools at all these days, I would need to be very careful going to work and having to interact with the drivel that called themselves "senior management" at my last corporate employment. I need to be convinced that I'd be able to listen to and live in the same crappy place as I was before and I know the answer to that without needing to write it down.
There are now lots more terms and conditions that I've set myself (self imposed) that these days I don't want to compromise my integrity and would rather work in a better place with lower wages if it meant that I'd satisfy that criteria. I don't want much do I? :-)
Right now I've got a series of balancing acts to do and they involve my father's situation as I ought to go up there pretty soon I guess. He has been in Hospital 3 weeks today which is probably the longest since the big operation. The issue is that whilst I'm there I won't be doing a hell of a lot - I can do a little but have no chance to arrange interviews and the like. Additionally, I haven't decided what I want to do going forward.
This weekend is important for me as I will have a really interesting day on Saturday being installed in the Chair of my Lodge, I've yet to learn my words properly and also I've to make sure that I have my speech ready and so on. I'm working on another piece of business too at the moment which may or may not have any relevance for me. Let's see.
The very last thing I need to be doing though is doing the right thing for the wrong reason and ending up back where I was some years ago in a job I hated, working with people I had no respect whatsoever for. Given my change in personality I just don't deal with fools at all these days, I would need to be very careful going to work and having to interact with the drivel that called themselves "senior management" at my last corporate employment. I need to be convinced that I'd be able to listen to and live in the same crappy place as I was before and I know the answer to that without needing to write it down.
There are now lots more terms and conditions that I've set myself (self imposed) that these days I don't want to compromise my integrity and would rather work in a better place with lower wages if it meant that I'd satisfy that criteria. I don't want much do I? :-)
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Fed up with this
Was trying to get some sense of reality into an interesting situation. I complained that the first things Mrs. F. said to me this morning wasn't anything personal - before I'd even got the sleep out of my eyes Mrs. F was complaining about the phone call costs - which eventually turned out to be her calls on behalf of her charity to the Government Tax Line (they nicely have a premium phone call service). So that's how the morning started and stayed on that all morning. Now call me insensitive but I did suggest that perhaps she ought to start the morning with some small talk - but she rarely does.
So having now pointed that out to her - it is my fault now. This is how stupid this stuff gets. I've got sufficient funds to continue going for around about 16 months. That's partly the reason I was able to go and try to make the business set up. So that didn't happen and as I see it, I have 16 months to get a job. You'd have thought that we would be destitute the way Mrs. F. goes off on one. It's one of those discussions that don't go well as I go past logic and then go into mocking sarcasm and ridicule for this is what it deserves. Having many times sat down and calculated the basis of our finances and even discussed selling up and moving every now and then I get this stupid argument that somehow we are about to be moved on to the workhouse. I have to say that it really is getting to be a pointless conversation and one that I'm pretty tired of addressing every few weeks.
I could do with getting a call this week about the job that might be available as that would, I'm sure, ensure a quiet life......
So having now pointed that out to her - it is my fault now. This is how stupid this stuff gets. I've got sufficient funds to continue going for around about 16 months. That's partly the reason I was able to go and try to make the business set up. So that didn't happen and as I see it, I have 16 months to get a job. You'd have thought that we would be destitute the way Mrs. F. goes off on one. It's one of those discussions that don't go well as I go past logic and then go into mocking sarcasm and ridicule for this is what it deserves. Having many times sat down and calculated the basis of our finances and even discussed selling up and moving every now and then I get this stupid argument that somehow we are about to be moved on to the workhouse. I have to say that it really is getting to be a pointless conversation and one that I'm pretty tired of addressing every few weeks.
I could do with getting a call this week about the job that might be available as that would, I'm sure, ensure a quiet life......
Week Ahead
This time next week I'll be Master of my Lodge and all the build up and worry will be out of the way. I have to learn some words and make sure that I know them all and sort out the procedural stuff.
I will be getting ready to do my first official duty that day as an honoured guest of another Lodge. I should then be clear until September when it really gets going and there are around about 18 or more meetings to go to as an honoured guest. I'm looking forward to that very much.
I've started peeling from the sun burn from Saturday - so my forehead looks a bit grizzly at the moment.
Dad is stable and if they can just steady up his insulin and he can gain a bit of appetite maybe he can get some strength back. I'm hoping that whatever happens he hangs on until after my Installation on Saturday.
I will be getting ready to do my first official duty that day as an honoured guest of another Lodge. I should then be clear until September when it really gets going and there are around about 18 or more meetings to go to as an honoured guest. I'm looking forward to that very much.
I've started peeling from the sun burn from Saturday - so my forehead looks a bit grizzly at the moment.
Dad is stable and if they can just steady up his insulin and he can gain a bit of appetite maybe he can get some strength back. I'm hoping that whatever happens he hangs on until after my Installation on Saturday.
Monday, June 04, 2012
Ouch
My poor old head - sunburnt and sore! I wore a hat today as we went to the pub as they had a live band playing who were excellent. Had a number of beers - Jubilee - of course and had a good afternoon out. Not sure Mrs. F. was completely enamoured with the noise so I did spend some time a good few yards away with her. She and I do differ on these sort of things.
The Jubilee concert was a bit of a disappointing event though - far too middle of the road and too safe, so safe that the artists were a bit past it and couldn't hit the right notes etc. I think we do this sort of thing well but..... it just could have been so much better....
So there we have it. On top of that, dad is OK (ish). He continues to stabilise and I'm happy about that as I'm amazed that he has lasted as long as he has - and I know how utterly bad that sounds. He just isn't getting better but is stable. He has no quality of life and that's the annoying thing to me.
I'm in a funny place at the moment too. I've just got back in touch with a very old friend and she is now living back in France and occasionally the UK. She was in Singapore last time we spoke. I haven't met her since 1988 - a long time ago :-) We worked together on a global project way back then 24 years ago - I have to say it feels like only 5 years ago. Why in a funny place? Well it just doesn't seem to be that long ago and I found it quite a shock!
The Jubilee concert was a bit of a disappointing event though - far too middle of the road and too safe, so safe that the artists were a bit past it and couldn't hit the right notes etc. I think we do this sort of thing well but..... it just could have been so much better....
So there we have it. On top of that, dad is OK (ish). He continues to stabilise and I'm happy about that as I'm amazed that he has lasted as long as he has - and I know how utterly bad that sounds. He just isn't getting better but is stable. He has no quality of life and that's the annoying thing to me.
I'm in a funny place at the moment too. I've just got back in touch with a very old friend and she is now living back in France and occasionally the UK. She was in Singapore last time we spoke. I haven't met her since 1988 - a long time ago :-) We worked together on a global project way back then 24 years ago - I have to say it feels like only 5 years ago. Why in a funny place? Well it just doesn't seem to be that long ago and I found it quite a shock!
A Diamond Day Out Indeed
I was "on duty" from 9 am and got off at around 5pm - the weather was bad, very wet in the morning but mid afternoon the sun came out and there's the problem. I was dressed in a suit and had to be so to meet the Mayor and other dignitaries and hadn't thought to bring sun cream or sun block - why? Because the weather was meant to be overcast all day. I have a sun burnt face and the top of my head can hardly be touched! What a nightmare.
My dad is now under control but the ward where he has been moved to which is meant to be a specialist one is hard pushed to look after the people on it - the other wards were better at caring. My brother, something of a specialist in this area is writing to the CEO to explain the way things are to him :-)
I've also discovered that at my installation meeting (when I go into the Chair of my Lodge) next Saturday I'm expected to know my obligation and so I am in a minor panic to learn that before then! Additionally I'm pulling together some stuff for a mate of mine to see if I can get him some sales. That won't provide a living and so I'm waiting to hear from another ex-colleague about some contract work too.
My dad is now under control but the ward where he has been moved to which is meant to be a specialist one is hard pushed to look after the people on it - the other wards were better at caring. My brother, something of a specialist in this area is writing to the CEO to explain the way things are to him :-)
I've also discovered that at my installation meeting (when I go into the Chair of my Lodge) next Saturday I'm expected to know my obligation and so I am in a minor panic to learn that before then! Additionally I'm pulling together some stuff for a mate of mine to see if I can get him some sales. That won't provide a living and so I'm waiting to hear from another ex-colleague about some contract work too.
Friday, June 01, 2012
Diabetes and Bladder Cancer
This article shows a link between pioglitazone and Bladder Cancer. It wasn't that fact that startled me it was the next bit "Just over 10,000 people are diagnosed with bladder cancer every year and almost 5,000 die of it. About half die within five years of diagnosis."
That's not what I recollect at all about the disease as generally it can be treated well and any signs of progression and you can remover the bladder entirely - it just struck me that a 50% 5 year mortality rate was a bit high given the advances made in this. I'd have thought 20% in 5 years maybe but 50% looks very worrying. Mind you, the whole article looks to be written to a headline and when you look deeper into the article it starts to unravel a bit and the substance becomes diluted. The other thing is whether the 5,000 who die of it are related to the 10,000 diagnosed or are they from the 40,000 diagnosed in the 4 years before?
I'm not sure about the way things are reported any more - this seems to be a very alarming bit of information until you read the caveats and the "science" behind it.
That's not what I recollect at all about the disease as generally it can be treated well and any signs of progression and you can remover the bladder entirely - it just struck me that a 50% 5 year mortality rate was a bit high given the advances made in this. I'd have thought 20% in 5 years maybe but 50% looks very worrying. Mind you, the whole article looks to be written to a headline and when you look deeper into the article it starts to unravel a bit and the substance becomes diluted. The other thing is whether the 5,000 who die of it are related to the 10,000 diagnosed or are they from the 40,000 diagnosed in the 4 years before?
I'm not sure about the way things are reported any more - this seems to be a very alarming bit of information until you read the caveats and the "science" behind it.
Upsetting Times
I spoke to mum this morning - not good at all - she was very distressed and so I've asked her to contact my brother who is at home locally to make a few phone calls as they had to leave dad in a lot of pain last night and they aren't sure that the Hospital actually dealt with it. They seem to be in the right ward but just not have the capacity the last ward had. The worry is that things are now going on inside him that need pain control and lets hope that they can sort it out and fast.
I can only imagine what it must be like for mum having to go in every day and dad not being well and not being himself and also suffering in front of her - there's only so much you can take of course.
I can only imagine what it must be like for mum having to go in every day and dad not being well and not being himself and also suffering in front of her - there's only so much you can take of course.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Strange Place
It was with some purpose that I hit a few beers yesterday and I occasionally do this slight wobble and become ever so slightly self destructive. It is difficult to explain but it is my pressure valve and there's only so much of my "Spock like" (Star Trek not Psychologist) persona that I can work with at any one time. Somewhere along the line I need to let off steam and relieve my own pent up emotional baggage.
So just every now and then I do something to extreme. I always regret it afterwards and I always chastise myself for it but, it is in my very nature and core so I can't actually stop it as far as I know. It is rare that I go off and do these things and can probably number these on one hand in the past 10 years. I used to be worse before then and often would have a period of self doubt, a bit of drinking or solitude or something like that to try and resolve it. It's not one of my best traits :-)
I consider that I have a very level attitude to things but to be like that all the time the other stuff, the anger, frustration and reckless side need to come out somewhere - better to go and do this on my own in my own way and regret it for a short while than to explode and take out someone who most likely is an innocent in the whole thing or, as has happened before, I've given a dressing down way over the top to someone who deserved it but perhaps not when I'm at my ferocious best (worst).
Anyway - I need to explode every now and then as you can't keep the calm exterior up and you can't always be matter of fact and logical and business like - sometimes you need to vent and let off steam. At least that episode has happened now and I can concentrate on going forward now.
So just every now and then I do something to extreme. I always regret it afterwards and I always chastise myself for it but, it is in my very nature and core so I can't actually stop it as far as I know. It is rare that I go off and do these things and can probably number these on one hand in the past 10 years. I used to be worse before then and often would have a period of self doubt, a bit of drinking or solitude or something like that to try and resolve it. It's not one of my best traits :-)
I consider that I have a very level attitude to things but to be like that all the time the other stuff, the anger, frustration and reckless side need to come out somewhere - better to go and do this on my own in my own way and regret it for a short while than to explode and take out someone who most likely is an innocent in the whole thing or, as has happened before, I've given a dressing down way over the top to someone who deserved it but perhaps not when I'm at my ferocious best (worst).
Anyway - I need to explode every now and then as you can't keep the calm exterior up and you can't always be matter of fact and logical and business like - sometimes you need to vent and let off steam. At least that episode has happened now and I can concentrate on going forward now.
Pent Up Anger
I'm angry at a lot of things at the moment whilst also being calm and rationale about them too :-) Confused? Well that's the way I am, I'm annoyed that something inside me is stopping me making decisions about my life properly. There are some opportunities taking shape that might allow me to do some work on a part time basis and build some finances back into my business and perhaps allow me to start a few new things.
Something is holding me back and stopping me thinking about these sensibly. I'm having to write stuff down and rationalise it but I'm not my usual analytical self on this. There's this back of the mind nagging - not sure why or what it is saying to me but there you go :-) The Anger bit is because I'm not sure what is holding me back - is it fear, is it not wanting to "go back" - I just don't know at the moment, I imagine that I'll work it out somehow.... Just wish it would work itself out a bit faster as my brain needs to have it sorted ASAP.
Something is holding me back and stopping me thinking about these sensibly. I'm having to write stuff down and rationalise it but I'm not my usual analytical self on this. There's this back of the mind nagging - not sure why or what it is saying to me but there you go :-) The Anger bit is because I'm not sure what is holding me back - is it fear, is it not wanting to "go back" - I just don't know at the moment, I imagine that I'll work it out somehow.... Just wish it would work itself out a bit faster as my brain needs to have it sorted ASAP.
Careful - not quite in control
Of myself - I have a tendency to overdo things occasionally - today it was a few beers. I went into meltdown and just wanted to have an afternoon full of drinking beer. It was a good day for it, clear and sunny and I had a couple of beers followed by a few more. I texted Mrs. F. that I was in the pub which was a clear sign that I wanted her to actually be there to stop me and so I could go home. I know how strange that seems but I did manage to talk to her and "off load" a few of my pent up issues about my dad mainly.
It's one of the strange traits I have - every now and then I have to go out and "purge the devil" as we used to call it. It is a blatant act of self harm I think :-) I'm actually not drunk or anything I'm just annoyed that I needed to do it - but it isn't binge drinking - just a safety valve in a way.
It's one of the strange traits I have - every now and then I have to go out and "purge the devil" as we used to call it. It is a blatant act of self harm I think :-) I'm actually not drunk or anything I'm just annoyed that I needed to do it - but it isn't binge drinking - just a safety valve in a way.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A Little Good News
Dad is on Insulin and they are managing to peg down his blood sugars a bit. He is doing OK and is brighter and ate a bit more and didn't sleep as much so an improvement. However, it was stressed that the hospital are only keeping him comfortable at the moment and doing what was necessary to keep him that way.
My news is interesting as one of the old businesses I used to work for suggested that I might like to come and do some work for them again. That would be interesting as I enjoyed working there before. I could do this part time or full time permanent or temporary so - I've asked to start discussions. It may not be exactly what I want but it is something I can do in the short term and see if I feel up to it long term. It was the job I was in when I was diagnosed. As my business partner said "As one door closes another one opens... that applies to old doors not just new ones..."
With the 6 years experience I now have I should be able to bring something else to the party now. I am also meeting someone else tomorrow who has an interesting proposition and so things are slowly taking shape.
My news is interesting as one of the old businesses I used to work for suggested that I might like to come and do some work for them again. That would be interesting as I enjoyed working there before. I could do this part time or full time permanent or temporary so - I've asked to start discussions. It may not be exactly what I want but it is something I can do in the short term and see if I feel up to it long term. It was the job I was in when I was diagnosed. As my business partner said "As one door closes another one opens... that applies to old doors not just new ones..."
With the 6 years experience I now have I should be able to bring something else to the party now. I am also meeting someone else tomorrow who has an interesting proposition and so things are slowly taking shape.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Change of diet for a short while
I found that I was finding it difficult coming off a cheat day back to the diet and just wasn't eating properly the day following the cheat. Last week, I actually maintained my weight despite being at my mums and whilst eating healthily I was eating all the wrong things and of course this weekend with a slap up meal on Sunday I wasn't exactly feeling ready to get back to the diet as I just don't feel like eating at all in the mornings. I've just had a brunch type meal at 11:15 and then decided it was because I ought to. It is very hot this week and so I don't tend to eat much when it is warm, perhaps that is the reason. Whatever it is, I am going to eat sensibly this week and then return to the diet in a week or so.
Deciding what to do next
I've been distracted today so one day out of my planning has disappeared. I have no doubt that I will get interrupted tomorrow as well - it is just one of those things that happen I guess. I really need to put some serious time into doing some of my accounts and also I need to make some appointments etc. The trouble is that I am trying to keep things clear in case something happens to my dad. Of course that rules out just about everything that may happen except 2 key appointments I have to keep. Everything else will be a matter of people having to live with me not being there for once.
Monday, May 28, 2012
How do I feel?
It is funny that I forgot all about myself being ill last week - except when it came up in conversation and over the weekend I met up with a number of people who remember how ill I was all those years back. It is strange because I've only very recently started to feel well in myself again after all this time. I've been looking at my progress and the diet has brought about a smaller and fitter me and I'm not feeling as exhausted or not quite with it. It is so difficult to put your finger on one thing. It was like talking about my dad's illness. He just didn't feel right but the changes were so gradual and any symptoms were not easy to see. Gradually over a long time things changed down to going out, going away on holiday and other imperceptible things.
SO if there is a wellness factor I'd put myself at about 85% at the moment in terms of how I feel about myself and how well I feel inside. I've still got a fair way to go but I'm feeling just fine at the moment.
I think that the situation with dad is a little strange - I have no experience of what it is like to have one of your parents die and so at the moment whilst I'm resigned to the fact that it is going to happen I haven't really been too overly stressed or phased by things. They will be what they will be and I suppose I'll just have to tackle it at the time and as it comes. I think it will be dealing with the living that will be the problem. I tend to have a view that things will come to pass and that life has run its course and realistically we are all heading to the same fate. There's no one can cheat this one, no money or anything else will stop the inevitability of it. It is just what happens to you and the later (sometimes) the better. When your work here is done, it's time to move on. I had some interesting chats with my mum. She has some views that I certainly don't about death and also how people use words. She objected to her brother's son calling his remains "the body". I suggested that a body isn't the person, just the shell and outward manifestation and that the "soul" (if I can call it that) and the body combined are the person. Dad's still dad, his mind is OK but terribly confused at the moment. He looks 100 and yet he is just 82. His body is falling apart and that's the problem. Of course, that is just my view and there are others of course who might argue with that but we deal with it the way we need to.
I'm therefore in an interesting place with how I'm feeling about dad's illness. In some ways, and PLEASE don't think me wicked or heartless, I'd like him to go to sleep and there be an end to it. Of course I don't want him dead but neither do I want to see him suffering and being "kept alive" by professionals sworn to uphold life when it really isn't going to benefit him or when it is going to make whatever suffering he has now go on any longer. In a way that would be better and yet who am I to request it? I think he would request it too if he could. I've already accepted what is about to happen and the stress of last week was that I could not assist directly (I'm sure there was some relief to my mum and dad might have been pleased to see me) but it was watching him just lying there, helpless that was more concerning and telling him that I wasn't allowed to move him in and out of bed in case I hurt him. He didn't get it but if you would have seen him it was obvious that you could easily damage him - he is so frail.
Anyway, the upshot of this is that I'm just waiting to hear how things are and to work on getting back up when called on. I battle with the feelings of wanting to be there and supporting but, as my mum said, they knew that they were moving away from us and that it wouldn't be possible for me to do that. I guess that is true and I know I've argued long and hard about that but if I need to forgive myself anything it is that I cannot be there everyday and that I can only do what I can do, my family are here and that's where MY priorities must be. I often find my brother and sister-in-laws attitude about this laughable in this area as they remind me of all the support they give my parents and yet in this vast country, when they moved, they are 5 minutes walk away! The making me feel guilty trip is used - I'm not sure it is in a vindictive way - but always makes me laugh as my brother once told me of his wage cut. He took a wage cut that was the total of my wages for the whole year and at the moment the "Which bit of I haven't earn't anything in 2 years do you not understand?" always makes me chuckle :-) He was telling me how much he'd spent on equipment for dad (frames, wheelchair, lift and other such stuff). I think it is "guilt" money, he's bought dad a Guitar, Clarinet and Harmonica and loads of other stuff too. Why? It's not as he would have the strength let alone the inclination to play them?
It will be interesting to see how the relationship progresses. He has managed to p*ss my mum off too and perhaps just needs to turn on supportive rather than confrontational mode! I think he is dealing very badly with the whole situation and isn't accepting things for what they are. Another thing to deal with on my list :-)
SO if there is a wellness factor I'd put myself at about 85% at the moment in terms of how I feel about myself and how well I feel inside. I've still got a fair way to go but I'm feeling just fine at the moment.
I think that the situation with dad is a little strange - I have no experience of what it is like to have one of your parents die and so at the moment whilst I'm resigned to the fact that it is going to happen I haven't really been too overly stressed or phased by things. They will be what they will be and I suppose I'll just have to tackle it at the time and as it comes. I think it will be dealing with the living that will be the problem. I tend to have a view that things will come to pass and that life has run its course and realistically we are all heading to the same fate. There's no one can cheat this one, no money or anything else will stop the inevitability of it. It is just what happens to you and the later (sometimes) the better. When your work here is done, it's time to move on. I had some interesting chats with my mum. She has some views that I certainly don't about death and also how people use words. She objected to her brother's son calling his remains "the body". I suggested that a body isn't the person, just the shell and outward manifestation and that the "soul" (if I can call it that) and the body combined are the person. Dad's still dad, his mind is OK but terribly confused at the moment. He looks 100 and yet he is just 82. His body is falling apart and that's the problem. Of course, that is just my view and there are others of course who might argue with that but we deal with it the way we need to.
I'm therefore in an interesting place with how I'm feeling about dad's illness. In some ways, and PLEASE don't think me wicked or heartless, I'd like him to go to sleep and there be an end to it. Of course I don't want him dead but neither do I want to see him suffering and being "kept alive" by professionals sworn to uphold life when it really isn't going to benefit him or when it is going to make whatever suffering he has now go on any longer. In a way that would be better and yet who am I to request it? I think he would request it too if he could. I've already accepted what is about to happen and the stress of last week was that I could not assist directly (I'm sure there was some relief to my mum and dad might have been pleased to see me) but it was watching him just lying there, helpless that was more concerning and telling him that I wasn't allowed to move him in and out of bed in case I hurt him. He didn't get it but if you would have seen him it was obvious that you could easily damage him - he is so frail.
Anyway, the upshot of this is that I'm just waiting to hear how things are and to work on getting back up when called on. I battle with the feelings of wanting to be there and supporting but, as my mum said, they knew that they were moving away from us and that it wouldn't be possible for me to do that. I guess that is true and I know I've argued long and hard about that but if I need to forgive myself anything it is that I cannot be there everyday and that I can only do what I can do, my family are here and that's where MY priorities must be. I often find my brother and sister-in-laws attitude about this laughable in this area as they remind me of all the support they give my parents and yet in this vast country, when they moved, they are 5 minutes walk away! The making me feel guilty trip is used - I'm not sure it is in a vindictive way - but always makes me laugh as my brother once told me of his wage cut. He took a wage cut that was the total of my wages for the whole year and at the moment the "Which bit of I haven't earn't anything in 2 years do you not understand?" always makes me chuckle :-) He was telling me how much he'd spent on equipment for dad (frames, wheelchair, lift and other such stuff). I think it is "guilt" money, he's bought dad a Guitar, Clarinet and Harmonica and loads of other stuff too. Why? It's not as he would have the strength let alone the inclination to play them?
It will be interesting to see how the relationship progresses. He has managed to p*ss my mum off too and perhaps just needs to turn on supportive rather than confrontational mode! I think he is dealing very badly with the whole situation and isn't accepting things for what they are. Another thing to deal with on my list :-)
Situation Unchanged
Dad was stable and unchanged yesterday - perhaps a bit brighter now that blood sugars are brought down a bit more. However, the next few days will determine the next steps from here.
He's been remarkable under the circumstances and despite having an operation to better his quality of life, I don't see that it actually has other than keeping the infections away and he has not been able to do much at all in these 6 months or more. Thank goodness for TV!
I guess that I will hear more this week on what is going to happen. We have the 4 day weekend coming up for the Queen's 60th Diamond Jubilee which now shows how old I am because I remember the 25th when we had a great time :-) Amazing!
The trouble with that is that I am committed to a meeting on Friday and working at an event on Saturday and we have a street party here on the Monday. Phew! Lots going on and the week after doesn't get any better.
He's been remarkable under the circumstances and despite having an operation to better his quality of life, I don't see that it actually has other than keeping the infections away and he has not been able to do much at all in these 6 months or more. Thank goodness for TV!
I guess that I will hear more this week on what is going to happen. We have the 4 day weekend coming up for the Queen's 60th Diamond Jubilee which now shows how old I am because I remember the 25th when we had a great time :-) Amazing!
The trouble with that is that I am committed to a meeting on Friday and working at an event on Saturday and we have a street party here on the Monday. Phew! Lots going on and the week after doesn't get any better.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Not bright today
Feel a little wiped out with the journey and the bed side vigil stuff. Can't say that it was great to go all the way up there and not to meet my brother and sister-in-law at all in the 4 days I was there. That should, I think, explain volumes about the situation.
So - at home, No.2 daughter has arrived back from University and the house is buzzing once again. She is the lively one compared to the eldest but the eldest has the more subtle sense of humour. Anyway, all home and nice to see her and the utter mayhem the house is in :-)
Off to bed now as I have a big day tomorrow for our family lunch and suppose I ought to work out what I am going to say for the presentation.
So - at home, No.2 daughter has arrived back from University and the house is buzzing once again. She is the lively one compared to the eldest but the eldest has the more subtle sense of humour. Anyway, all home and nice to see her and the utter mayhem the house is in :-)
Off to bed now as I have a big day tomorrow for our family lunch and suppose I ought to work out what I am going to say for the presentation.
Good Journey Back and Headache
I know that the headache is stress related - it has been a full on 4 days. Dad's condition is pretty concerning and he drifts in and out of conciousness and displays all the signs of uncontrolled diabetes. I'm not sure if that is the way of it in terms of Pancreatic Cancer but I guess it probably is. We were looking at the problems of getting him home and the key one is strength - he just doesn't have any although yesterday was the best I've seen him for the whole of the four days and he was able to move with assistance and instruction.
I feel very sorry for him because his mind is still there but very mushy and he is in some pain although they are controlling it. It hurts him to move and that needs a bit more control. In a way I'm glad I'm home as the monotony of the days and dad's irritability (we all would be in that much distress) hurts those close to him without I suppose him realising it. No one likes to see their family in pain, wasting away, not eating properly etc. At least he had a good go at his food and drank a lot more yesterday. Long may that continue.
I have no idea whether things are good or bad but I do fear that it will not take much to tip the balance to bad given where he is and the knife edge of diabetic control.
Well - I've the headache from hell and I'm looking to do little today except watch the qualifying for the Monaco Grand Prix, listen to the Cricket and have a beer or three.
I feel very sorry for him because his mind is still there but very mushy and he is in some pain although they are controlling it. It hurts him to move and that needs a bit more control. In a way I'm glad I'm home as the monotony of the days and dad's irritability (we all would be in that much distress) hurts those close to him without I suppose him realising it. No one likes to see their family in pain, wasting away, not eating properly etc. At least he had a good go at his food and drank a lot more yesterday. Long may that continue.
I have no idea whether things are good or bad but I do fear that it will not take much to tip the balance to bad given where he is and the knife edge of diabetic control.
Well - I've the headache from hell and I'm looking to do little today except watch the qualifying for the Monaco Grand Prix, listen to the Cricket and have a beer or three.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Preparation for the day
Sat here on the PC just whiling away a while before we prepare to go off to see my dad. For me this is the last time I'll see him for a while or may be the last time I see him? That's a concern. I just don't know how he is getting on and whether this is a short term glitch or not.
It will be a long day and hopefully he will be a little bit better than yesterday and perhaps they may have gotten his blood sugars under some control. I'm not the optimist that my mum and brother are about his recovery but we will see, stranger things have happened but he is very very weak.
I am going home later today and I do worry that it may be a call next time that brings me here not a planned trip. Whatever it is, I do hope that he stops suffering as soon as possible he looks so poorly and so helpless and I've never seen him looking so thin and weak, it just isn't the big powerful man I knew - it's still him but not anything like he has always been. Doesn't sound right does it - can't explain it in writing at the moment.
It will be a long day and hopefully he will be a little bit better than yesterday and perhaps they may have gotten his blood sugars under some control. I'm not the optimist that my mum and brother are about his recovery but we will see, stranger things have happened but he is very very weak.
I am going home later today and I do worry that it may be a call next time that brings me here not a planned trip. Whatever it is, I do hope that he stops suffering as soon as possible he looks so poorly and so helpless and I've never seen him looking so thin and weak, it just isn't the big powerful man I knew - it's still him but not anything like he has always been. Doesn't sound right does it - can't explain it in writing at the moment.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Another LONG day
Poor mum she is exhausted but not as exhausted as having dad home - and there's no way he could possibly come home he really cannot move well and needs assistance in and out of bed, he cannot stand and is SO weak it is not nice to see him like this.
He was a bit better today and there was a little bit better colour in his cheeks and face generally and he was a little livelier although not for long. He certainly has been through the mill and he just can't do anything for himself and after 30 or 40 minutes with us, he has to close his eyes and sleep. He's just had one thing after another and he's tired and bless him, just fed up with this ongoing stuff.
Trying to rationalise it with him is difficult because you can't talk logic and sense slowly and deliberately when half way through his attention is taken by something else or he just falls asleep. That's the problem, he wants to know about something but half way through the explanation he is distracted.
My brother needs to "man up" and stop being an arse to my mum or he will get the rough end of my tongue - he's in complete denial and over reacts massively. Anyway, he may get a "bit of a slap" if he continues to lay down the law to my mum as he does at the moment - he's full of medical knowledge but - of course - he's no doctor! Just because he works at a Hospital doesn't make him an expert on Pancreatic Cancer or Diabetes. He will be getting the benefit of my wisdom soon if he continues to upset my mum!
He was a bit better today and there was a little bit better colour in his cheeks and face generally and he was a little livelier although not for long. He certainly has been through the mill and he just can't do anything for himself and after 30 or 40 minutes with us, he has to close his eyes and sleep. He's just had one thing after another and he's tired and bless him, just fed up with this ongoing stuff.
Trying to rationalise it with him is difficult because you can't talk logic and sense slowly and deliberately when half way through his attention is taken by something else or he just falls asleep. That's the problem, he wants to know about something but half way through the explanation he is distracted.
My brother needs to "man up" and stop being an arse to my mum or he will get the rough end of my tongue - he's in complete denial and over reacts massively. Anyway, he may get a "bit of a slap" if he continues to lay down the law to my mum as he does at the moment - he's full of medical knowledge but - of course - he's no doctor! Just because he works at a Hospital doesn't make him an expert on Pancreatic Cancer or Diabetes. He will be getting the benefit of my wisdom soon if he continues to upset my mum!
Long, long days
It sure is a long day. We leave here at 1, park around 1:30 and then wander via the coffee shop up to the ward. That is open in this ward from 2:30 and in the previous one at 2:00 !! We then stay until around 5, go out for 2 hours and have something to eat and generally sit around and go back between 7:00 and 8:00. It is easier to stay there than to do the 1 hour round trip here and back.
Dad is generally up and down, they don't know whether he will be fit to return home or not and his blood sugar levels are all over the place. This means he can be good and bad all within the space of a half hour. He sleeps a lot which is good (in a way) but the hospital is so noisy and he is often woken up for a test or to check temperature etc.
Dad is generally up and down, they don't know whether he will be fit to return home or not and his blood sugar levels are all over the place. This means he can be good and bad all within the space of a half hour. He sleeps a lot which is good (in a way) but the hospital is so noisy and he is often woken up for a test or to check temperature etc.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Another Day in Paradise
I'm absolutely knackered - doing nothing just sitting around all day is tiring as hell. Dad was good when we arrived - a bit confused but otherwise OK and taking a bit more interest. A little later when we went back to see him he was very irritable and tired. His blood sugars were all over the place which wasn't good. So they gave him some Insulin and he just slept for the last hour.
They are going to move him, when a bed becomes available, to a local convalescent (and palliative) care hospital, so we just have to wait for that bed. Local will be good as the journey and the time we are at the Hospital is quite long.
They are going to move him, when a bed becomes available, to a local convalescent (and palliative) care hospital, so we just have to wait for that bed. Local will be good as the journey and the time we are at the Hospital is quite long.
Not what I expected
It's one of those very strange moments where everyone has warned you how someone looks and you fear the worst but in effect, it isn't as bad in some-ways as you thought but in others it is. My dad looked like my dad, he was thin and he is looking very old now but it was still my dad. He is though getting quite annoyed. Annoyed at no one knowing what is wrong with him and just being helpless. He's not really been helpless and at the moment it is distressing to see how much nursing assistance he needs. He has some moments of fun but you're never quite sure if he is being sarcastic, ironic or annoyed and showing it.
He has been moved to a ward that should be able to deal with him a bit better than the previous one. The problem is that we can't actually find out what is going on as the professionals come around in the morning and speak to dad and by the time we have arrived he has forgotten what was said or has confused it with what they were saying to the chap in the bed next door to him.
Back again in a few hours - these are long days as dad goes in and out of sleep and he talks quietly in a noisy place and so gets angry when you don't understand what he is saying.
He has been moved to a ward that should be able to deal with him a bit better than the previous one. The problem is that we can't actually find out what is going on as the professionals come around in the morning and speak to dad and by the time we have arrived he has forgotten what was said or has confused it with what they were saying to the chap in the bed next door to him.
Back again in a few hours - these are long days as dad goes in and out of sleep and he talks quietly in a noisy place and so gets angry when you don't understand what he is saying.
Monday, May 21, 2012
What on earth am I going to find?
Well I will see tomorrow as I'm off to visit my dad. Will get away nice and early to miss the rush hour traffic and get breakfast with mum and give her someone to talk to for a while. I doubt she has had the opportunity to get it off her chest.
Sister-in-law called to give me a heads-up on how dad looks which is pretty grim from what I can understand. He's pretty grumpy and pretty fed up which also doesn't surprise me so I hope that he is a little more with it tomorrow and I have to remember to hear him out as apparently he does take a while to say what he means and goes off on tangents.
They are still trying to sort him out in terms of blood sugar levels as well as clearing up slight infections. We don't know what the Hospital wants to suggest about coming home although, from what I hear, that is unlikely as he can barely stand up at the moment and can only do one or two steps and refused physio earlier today.
I have volunteered to go up for three days but have packed for 5 which I can just about achieve as I need to be back for Sunday as we have a Sunday Lunch booked at a rather nice Hotel and I have to do a presentation. Next year it will be my family Sunday lunch as President. Mind you if I have to cancel so be it. Some things may be more important of course.
Difficult to know much more until I get there really.
Sister-in-law called to give me a heads-up on how dad looks which is pretty grim from what I can understand. He's pretty grumpy and pretty fed up which also doesn't surprise me so I hope that he is a little more with it tomorrow and I have to remember to hear him out as apparently he does take a while to say what he means and goes off on tangents.
They are still trying to sort him out in terms of blood sugar levels as well as clearing up slight infections. We don't know what the Hospital wants to suggest about coming home although, from what I hear, that is unlikely as he can barely stand up at the moment and can only do one or two steps and refused physio earlier today.
I have volunteered to go up for three days but have packed for 5 which I can just about achieve as I need to be back for Sunday as we have a Sunday Lunch booked at a rather nice Hotel and I have to do a presentation. Next year it will be my family Sunday lunch as President. Mind you if I have to cancel so be it. Some things may be more important of course.
Difficult to know much more until I get there really.
First Day
That I have not been working on the business for 2 years - strange feeling and of course a little sad but would you believe as one door closes another opens - or three in fact so far. People that I know want to chat to about new ventures they are involved in and another is a possible insight into funding through the EU although given their problems at the moment that could be fraught with difficulty. Mind you there does appear to be some interesting projects being dealt out from there.
I'm just preparing the way for going to my parents place tomorrow and getting packed and stuff ready - computer and phone chargers and stuff like that are all needed!
I'm just preparing the way for going to my parents place tomorrow and getting packed and stuff ready - computer and phone chargers and stuff like that are all needed!
No appetite
Strange - I forced some scrambled egg down this morning and some mackerel and spinach at lunchtime. I really don't feel too much like eating and I have to say I'm getting that dread feeling and slightly tight chest I get when I'm likely to have to do something stressful and let's face it, going to see your dad when he is about 5 stone lighter than you remember him, wired up in a hospital bed plus the associated sadness that the family will be feeling is going to be, at the very least, a little stressful.
I'm getting ready to go tomorrow and probably spend 2 or 3 days and prepare for 4 or 5 if needed. It will give some respite for my brother and hopefully some support for my mum and dad. We will see what will await me as I've done this trip a few times now. I've got loads of change sorted out so that we can feed the parking meters at the Hospital and let the fat cats grow rick on the parking fees of the sick. I never really got that but understand that one of the reasons that they had to put fees on were that locals were parking their cars there for free and using public transport from there.... This is the society we probably deserve when this is acceptable behaviour and also for the use of what appear to be fines for everything to check it. It's unfortunately blindingly obvious that it is all about the money. The politicians and fat cats are too remote to get it and wonder why they are despised by the majority....
Anyway - my little rant as it costs a fortune to park there to see dad and who can afford the sorts of sums they ask is beyond me and long term illness must cost people a fortune - so much for a "free" NHS.
I'm getting ready to go tomorrow and probably spend 2 or 3 days and prepare for 4 or 5 if needed. It will give some respite for my brother and hopefully some support for my mum and dad. We will see what will await me as I've done this trip a few times now. I've got loads of change sorted out so that we can feed the parking meters at the Hospital and let the fat cats grow rick on the parking fees of the sick. I never really got that but understand that one of the reasons that they had to put fees on were that locals were parking their cars there for free and using public transport from there.... This is the society we probably deserve when this is acceptable behaviour and also for the use of what appear to be fines for everything to check it. It's unfortunately blindingly obvious that it is all about the money. The politicians and fat cats are too remote to get it and wonder why they are despised by the majority....
Anyway - my little rant as it costs a fortune to park there to see dad and who can afford the sorts of sums they ask is beyond me and long term illness must cost people a fortune - so much for a "free" NHS.
Eating
Strange that I wasn't really feeling like eating and even at lunch time I forced down some tuna and Spinach. I think that the diet will be a bit shot this week as I go up and see my dad. I'll probably stay with my mum which will save me some hard cash.
Mum seems to have started to realise that Dad will probably not come home now and I think that she is able to say these things to me but not to my brother who would be a little upset by that sort of talk. Dad's not great, still eating and drinking and getting good care but has a number of small ailments that aren't helping him be comfortable but each is being checked and acted on. Tomorrow he has a big assessment day, it appears that they have stabilised how rough he was feeling with pain killers and they have managed to get him to walk a few steps but, in all honesty, the three or four steps completely exhausted him. I think he is a bit more lucid and I believe that he is at least able to have proper 24x7 care that mum just cannot achieve.
I'm going to go see him this week after I've spoken to mum after this assessment I will go up for two or three days and see what I can do. At least I can do some of the driving around in place of my brother and sister-in-law. I guess that I might also be able to allow him to "tick the box" if he is waiting to see me. My daughters are in their examination week and final project weeks at University and I'm very much hoping that nothing disturbs their week so that they can get their work done.
I am preparing myself for the worst and whilst I know my brother wanted me up last week, at least this week I can managed more than a cursory visit. We will just have to see how it goes.
Mum seems to have started to realise that Dad will probably not come home now and I think that she is able to say these things to me but not to my brother who would be a little upset by that sort of talk. Dad's not great, still eating and drinking and getting good care but has a number of small ailments that aren't helping him be comfortable but each is being checked and acted on. Tomorrow he has a big assessment day, it appears that they have stabilised how rough he was feeling with pain killers and they have managed to get him to walk a few steps but, in all honesty, the three or four steps completely exhausted him. I think he is a bit more lucid and I believe that he is at least able to have proper 24x7 care that mum just cannot achieve.
I'm going to go see him this week after I've spoken to mum after this assessment I will go up for two or three days and see what I can do. At least I can do some of the driving around in place of my brother and sister-in-law. I guess that I might also be able to allow him to "tick the box" if he is waiting to see me. My daughters are in their examination week and final project weeks at University and I'm very much hoping that nothing disturbs their week so that they can get their work done.
I am preparing myself for the worst and whilst I know my brother wanted me up last week, at least this week I can managed more than a cursory visit. We will just have to see how it goes.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Eating
Have to say that after a cheat day or any day off diet I find it particularly difficult to eat the next morning. Today I just don't feel like it at all. In fact I feel a little sick. I will go and eat a little at lunchtime but definitely cannot stomach food at all and yet tomorrow all will be fine again. I really should eat within 1 hour of rising but I'm not going to force myself to do that.
Dad remains stable in Hospital and they will assess him tomorrow. I will talk to my mum then and then decide on going up to see her/him.
Dad remains stable in Hospital and they will assess him tomorrow. I will talk to my mum then and then decide on going up to see her/him.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Strange Result
The diet is totally messed up this week and I thought I'd weigh myself this morning and to my great surprise found that I'm still the same as last week so hopefully not too much damage done with 4 days of eating out. Well it will be 4 by the end of today.
I have very little appetite in the mornings - not too sure what that is about but seem to be OK when on plan? Anyway, there should be little stopping me getting back on plan next week. I am working out what to do based on what my Mum tells me later today and tomorrow in terms of going up to see my Dad.
I have very little appetite in the mornings - not too sure what that is about but seem to be OK when on plan? Anyway, there should be little stopping me getting back on plan next week. I am working out what to do based on what my Mum tells me later today and tomorrow in terms of going up to see my Dad.
Purveyor of DOOM and Bad News
Why is it that I feel that the optimism of my Mother and Brother and Sister In Law is misplaced?
Well, it's like this. Dad cannot stand unaided, he can't get up and go to the toilet or look after himself because his brain signals and his ability to physically respond to them are in different time zones. He's not able to maintain normal functions and everyone thinks he is going to come home after a "bit of physio" and - sorry to say - no he isn't. I hate being the arsehole in this time but someone surely has to be the hard nosed git that sees it as it is? Dad's not going to get better he is unable to maintain basic functions and sad - and believe me IT IS sad - he's on a path that no one can halt and no one can help other than those who are specialists in Palliative Care.
I fear going up there as I will be the catalyst that kicks off the process of end of life. Sounds worrying sounds a bit far fetched - or is it? Oldest Son, perhaps no one can let what is about to happen without my attendance and say so? Perhaps it needs me to be there to start the process? I don't know really and I guess it is my job - my destiny? Do I need to be there to - grant permission for my father to die? I really hope not. I hope that no one waits for me or that I have anything to do to delay this. My brother wanted me to go up earlier this week and I've held back for this and for other reasons. No one has actually stated what is wrong with my dad or any other thing about it either. There's the problem, no one knows, if I HAD gone up earlier this week I'd still be in the situation I'm in now.
I really hope that dad isn't waiting for me to "give permission" to go ahead with this next stage in his "life". Hell that would be a bad thing on my conscience.
At least I'm free of work and can just spend whatever time is needed doing whatever is needed in the next days or weeks. This is the problem with remote family. If they had been local - like they used to be - it would be no problem to cover all the rota and to assist and even the girls who both drive could have helped but since everyone buggered off over 120 miles away - we find it difficult to get there even by train (which is an hour or more longer than by car).
I beat myself up constantly but I've not moved house since 1988! I think that my parents have moved 4 or 5 times in that time and 2 of those have been in a far distant place. I don't mind, it is their choice entirely and it isn't my decision but I feel so guilty (yes I know I shouldn't). The trouble is that I wouldn't have chosen to live where they did or where my brother lives - 5 minutes from my parents.
I have no idea why I feel so bad now - it wasn't my decision and it wasn't part of my plan and it was their decision and theirs alone - yet somehow - peer pressure gives me the responsibility. I will step up to the mark on Sunday because, everything that I need to do here is cleared and I can go do what I need to do without affecting my own circumstances. Damn it sounds callous writing this but I suppose as "Responsible Adult" or "Head of House" it is my responsibility on my watch to sort this out. I will do so and I'm ready to do that and to broker what ever is needed in the coming days, weeks and I suppose months.
I really don't want my dad to die but that's what is going to happen. I hate seeing him the way he is now because it isn't my dad I see, it is this frightened man who has meant a lot to me being eaten away by this pernicious disease. Of course, it hurts like hell as I survived and he isn't going to and the problems are compounded by that knowledge and that experience. It really is difficult as I will need to "be strong" for the family and thereby be the "hard man" the face to those who will turn up to the funeral and so on. I'm preparing myself for this role and whilst I hate it I know that I'll get good support from my family and from my friends. I said some time ago that all my close friends had lost their fathers and how lucky I was to have my father around. They will be a great support to me in what lies ahead.
I do have enough faith left to believe that there is a soul and that the spirit leaves the body and all we see after death is a shell and NOT the real person. As my friend told me when his father died, he saw him and said "that's not my father, it looks like him, but it wasn't the body that was him, it was everything about him."
Well, in a way that's the way it is, my dad is the entirety of the experience and not the shell in which it is captured. No doubt I'll be expanding on this in the next weeks. I just hope that I can live up to his standards and that he will think well of me and we will part on good terms. There is no reason that we cannot do that at all but let's hope that we spend the right sort of time together at the end and that we part on the level.
Well, it's like this. Dad cannot stand unaided, he can't get up and go to the toilet or look after himself because his brain signals and his ability to physically respond to them are in different time zones. He's not able to maintain normal functions and everyone thinks he is going to come home after a "bit of physio" and - sorry to say - no he isn't. I hate being the arsehole in this time but someone surely has to be the hard nosed git that sees it as it is? Dad's not going to get better he is unable to maintain basic functions and sad - and believe me IT IS sad - he's on a path that no one can halt and no one can help other than those who are specialists in Palliative Care.
I fear going up there as I will be the catalyst that kicks off the process of end of life. Sounds worrying sounds a bit far fetched - or is it? Oldest Son, perhaps no one can let what is about to happen without my attendance and say so? Perhaps it needs me to be there to start the process? I don't know really and I guess it is my job - my destiny? Do I need to be there to - grant permission for my father to die? I really hope not. I hope that no one waits for me or that I have anything to do to delay this. My brother wanted me to go up earlier this week and I've held back for this and for other reasons. No one has actually stated what is wrong with my dad or any other thing about it either. There's the problem, no one knows, if I HAD gone up earlier this week I'd still be in the situation I'm in now.
I really hope that dad isn't waiting for me to "give permission" to go ahead with this next stage in his "life". Hell that would be a bad thing on my conscience.
At least I'm free of work and can just spend whatever time is needed doing whatever is needed in the next days or weeks. This is the problem with remote family. If they had been local - like they used to be - it would be no problem to cover all the rota and to assist and even the girls who both drive could have helped but since everyone buggered off over 120 miles away - we find it difficult to get there even by train (which is an hour or more longer than by car).
I beat myself up constantly but I've not moved house since 1988! I think that my parents have moved 4 or 5 times in that time and 2 of those have been in a far distant place. I don't mind, it is their choice entirely and it isn't my decision but I feel so guilty (yes I know I shouldn't). The trouble is that I wouldn't have chosen to live where they did or where my brother lives - 5 minutes from my parents.
I have no idea why I feel so bad now - it wasn't my decision and it wasn't part of my plan and it was their decision and theirs alone - yet somehow - peer pressure gives me the responsibility. I will step up to the mark on Sunday because, everything that I need to do here is cleared and I can go do what I need to do without affecting my own circumstances. Damn it sounds callous writing this but I suppose as "Responsible Adult" or "Head of House" it is my responsibility on my watch to sort this out. I will do so and I'm ready to do that and to broker what ever is needed in the coming days, weeks and I suppose months.
I really don't want my dad to die but that's what is going to happen. I hate seeing him the way he is now because it isn't my dad I see, it is this frightened man who has meant a lot to me being eaten away by this pernicious disease. Of course, it hurts like hell as I survived and he isn't going to and the problems are compounded by that knowledge and that experience. It really is difficult as I will need to "be strong" for the family and thereby be the "hard man" the face to those who will turn up to the funeral and so on. I'm preparing myself for this role and whilst I hate it I know that I'll get good support from my family and from my friends. I said some time ago that all my close friends had lost their fathers and how lucky I was to have my father around. They will be a great support to me in what lies ahead.
I do have enough faith left to believe that there is a soul and that the spirit leaves the body and all we see after death is a shell and NOT the real person. As my friend told me when his father died, he saw him and said "that's not my father, it looks like him, but it wasn't the body that was him, it was everything about him."
Well, in a way that's the way it is, my dad is the entirety of the experience and not the shell in which it is captured. No doubt I'll be expanding on this in the next weeks. I just hope that I can live up to his standards and that he will think well of me and we will part on good terms. There is no reason that we cannot do that at all but let's hope that we spend the right sort of time together at the end and that we part on the level.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Last Day in the Job
Well after two years of graft and many highs and lows (more highs than lows) today is the last day I'm doing anything officially for Doddle and we will close down operations until times may allow us to dust off the idea and move it on a bit further. Trying to raise capital in the worst economic downturn since the Second World War and some say the great Depression of the 30s is like trying to push water uphill - it just isn't going to happen and with such a big idea and its scale and ambition and therefore some inherent risks, we aren't going to get anywhere against the tide especially as the markets wont bear it currently,
The door will be left open and there are some alternatives that we will explore but for now, a rest and a period of reflection are needed. Of course it is a shame and of course it is disappointing but neither of us are that upset about it because we kept it real throughout realising that this may well be the outcome of our efforts.
The good things are that we have learnt an awful lot about business across all disciplines and added to our existing portfolio of skills. Both of us talk a different sort of language now and we've had and held our own in discussions with some of the top lawyers and investors in the world and they've been very receptive and most complimentary about our approach, preparedness and the idea itself. From these people has also come the necessary reassurance that we had done everything possible to realise our ambitions.
So, no regrets about 2 years apart from, I suppose, not getting any revenue or money out of it of course :-) Money isn't everything but with a wife and two children at University it was a challenge. The challenge now isn't to jump from here into anything that I will regret doing. I'm now preparing myself for whatever will happen with Dad, my forthcoming Installation as Master of my Lodge and then to take a break, try and do nothing on this damn computer and perhaps potter around the house and do some maintenance and I might, if I feel like it, tackle the bathroom or at least do as much of the preparation work ready for the plumbers to come and do the final bits. There's work in the garden to do and the outside of the house has taken a battering with all the wind and rain and the ice damage to the render so they can be fixed too.
I have started a complex series of mindmaps that are helping me to sort out my priorities and needs and wants and to filter jobs and career choices etc. I find it really useful to organise my thoughts in this way and to then analyse these things. I need the break to allow these ideas, needs and wants to settle themselves down a bit and to take shape. I really like the idea of using my history and research skills and my analysis work to take up some sort of genealogical and records based research work but again, will it pay the bills and can I make it work and pay? I'm sure that I probably can but I need to go and take the "reality pills" and that is what the break is there to do. I was really interested in running an old fashioned tea room in the country as a life style choice but once again it sounds lovely but is it? This would require selling up here, buying somewhere and making a real go of it but other things suffer too when that is done. What if you get there and hate it - then what do you do?
So that's where we are today, I think that we did an amazing job in the past 2 years building the business and getting to where we are, we were pretty thorough and knew where we were all along by keeping it real. I was annoyed that only half of the team made it to the end, two dropping out very early on which doubled the time it took for us to get here - we should have been finished in a year but the resources messed us up. It would be interesting if I could work out how to re-brand myself with all that experience, bottle it up, market it and sell it, it has to be valuable to anyone starting up but you would have had to have taken the journey thus far to have realised it :-)
The door will be left open and there are some alternatives that we will explore but for now, a rest and a period of reflection are needed. Of course it is a shame and of course it is disappointing but neither of us are that upset about it because we kept it real throughout realising that this may well be the outcome of our efforts.
The good things are that we have learnt an awful lot about business across all disciplines and added to our existing portfolio of skills. Both of us talk a different sort of language now and we've had and held our own in discussions with some of the top lawyers and investors in the world and they've been very receptive and most complimentary about our approach, preparedness and the idea itself. From these people has also come the necessary reassurance that we had done everything possible to realise our ambitions.
So, no regrets about 2 years apart from, I suppose, not getting any revenue or money out of it of course :-) Money isn't everything but with a wife and two children at University it was a challenge. The challenge now isn't to jump from here into anything that I will regret doing. I'm now preparing myself for whatever will happen with Dad, my forthcoming Installation as Master of my Lodge and then to take a break, try and do nothing on this damn computer and perhaps potter around the house and do some maintenance and I might, if I feel like it, tackle the bathroom or at least do as much of the preparation work ready for the plumbers to come and do the final bits. There's work in the garden to do and the outside of the house has taken a battering with all the wind and rain and the ice damage to the render so they can be fixed too.
I have started a complex series of mindmaps that are helping me to sort out my priorities and needs and wants and to filter jobs and career choices etc. I find it really useful to organise my thoughts in this way and to then analyse these things. I need the break to allow these ideas, needs and wants to settle themselves down a bit and to take shape. I really like the idea of using my history and research skills and my analysis work to take up some sort of genealogical and records based research work but again, will it pay the bills and can I make it work and pay? I'm sure that I probably can but I need to go and take the "reality pills" and that is what the break is there to do. I was really interested in running an old fashioned tea room in the country as a life style choice but once again it sounds lovely but is it? This would require selling up here, buying somewhere and making a real go of it but other things suffer too when that is done. What if you get there and hate it - then what do you do?
So that's where we are today, I think that we did an amazing job in the past 2 years building the business and getting to where we are, we were pretty thorough and knew where we were all along by keeping it real. I was annoyed that only half of the team made it to the end, two dropping out very early on which doubled the time it took for us to get here - we should have been finished in a year but the resources messed us up. It would be interesting if I could work out how to re-brand myself with all that experience, bottle it up, market it and sell it, it has to be valuable to anyone starting up but you would have had to have taken the journey thus far to have realised it :-)
Diet Shot so Suspended
Only for the remainder of the week as I was out Wednesday and then yesterday got my business partner drop in and we went out for lunch and I pretty much decided that I'd have a few beers and it was nice to go talk about things in general and spend a few hours chatting about my dad, business, life and absurdity in general.
Once again this morning I just don't really feel like eating at all and I've noticed this whenever I go off diet for a day that they next day I just don't want to eat anything at all and even at lunchtime I will force some food down. I just don't feel hungry at the moment and so I think the best thing to do especially as I am out tonight and tomorrow (even though that is official cheat day) is to suspend the diet although I tend to continue to eat the foods in the diet though but in reality it's broken for the remainder of this week.
Dad continues to be tested and they got him into a chair and said he is very weak and cannot stand on his own - "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!" what are these people on we know that, it's what we told you and part of the reason he is there. Sometimes you despair when they replay to you exactly what you told them when he was admitted. There's no way my mum can lift him and look after him and there will be an interesting set of conversations later today about whether he will be able to come home because the house isn't set up for a "disabled" regime, the doors and the small corridor are difficult to negotiation with a wheel chair. So we will see what they will do. Dad's blood sugars are all over the place which means the Pancreas is in a pretty bad way now and they are using insulin injections to try and balance him out.
I've said I will come up next week but mum's not sure when he will get out of hospital. I fear to suggest that it will be highly unlikely that it will be any time soon unless there is some way of getting home assistance for him and even then is highly unlikely they will let him home as he is now. Who knows what will actually happen. Hopefully there will be some sort of beginning today of some course of action plan that will allow everyone to start to get to understand what the future may hold. I have my own ideas about it and it really is a matter of whether he can be stabilised and be in a situation to return home. In reality, you don't tend to get fitter when you have this sort of cancer and the additional problems he has with diabetes and next to no strength.
Once again this morning I just don't really feel like eating at all and I've noticed this whenever I go off diet for a day that they next day I just don't want to eat anything at all and even at lunchtime I will force some food down. I just don't feel hungry at the moment and so I think the best thing to do especially as I am out tonight and tomorrow (even though that is official cheat day) is to suspend the diet although I tend to continue to eat the foods in the diet though but in reality it's broken for the remainder of this week.
Dad continues to be tested and they got him into a chair and said he is very weak and cannot stand on his own - "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!" what are these people on we know that, it's what we told you and part of the reason he is there. Sometimes you despair when they replay to you exactly what you told them when he was admitted. There's no way my mum can lift him and look after him and there will be an interesting set of conversations later today about whether he will be able to come home because the house isn't set up for a "disabled" regime, the doors and the small corridor are difficult to negotiation with a wheel chair. So we will see what they will do. Dad's blood sugars are all over the place which means the Pancreas is in a pretty bad way now and they are using insulin injections to try and balance him out.
I've said I will come up next week but mum's not sure when he will get out of hospital. I fear to suggest that it will be highly unlikely that it will be any time soon unless there is some way of getting home assistance for him and even then is highly unlikely they will let him home as he is now. Who knows what will actually happen. Hopefully there will be some sort of beginning today of some course of action plan that will allow everyone to start to get to understand what the future may hold. I have my own ideas about it and it really is a matter of whether he can be stabilised and be in a situation to return home. In reality, you don't tend to get fitter when you have this sort of cancer and the additional problems he has with diabetes and next to no strength.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Well mum sounds a lot better
Finally mum got a good nights sleep even though it was 6 hours with a short interruption and the caring and professional staff at the hospital have made her a little more relaxed about dad being there. It's the right thing to do, he can't really support himself and she's put her back out trying to lift him around. Today they will check dad's brain with a scan, mum doesn't want the cancer to have spread there but perhaps it has but not sure if that is actually what is wrong but we will wait and see.
The main thing is that he is in a hospital with 24x7 support from professionals who can administer pain killers and help him as best as possible. I have no doubt that they will get to the bottom of what is wrong but I doubt that anyone actually wants to hear what it is. There's some very useful information on the Macmillan pages about end of life and what to expect and I'm sure that we are entering that phase and that none of us are going to like what we hear later today and perhaps tomorrow. Not eating and sleeping a lot are some indicators but of course, now he is finally off the steroid drugs (what were they thinking) it may be that but let's wait and see.
The main thing is that mum is at home and busy catching up on loads of things she has been wanting to do and dad is in good hands and in the right place. We will see later on what it means to us all especially him.
The main thing is that he is in a hospital with 24x7 support from professionals who can administer pain killers and help him as best as possible. I have no doubt that they will get to the bottom of what is wrong but I doubt that anyone actually wants to hear what it is. There's some very useful information on the Macmillan pages about end of life and what to expect and I'm sure that we are entering that phase and that none of us are going to like what we hear later today and perhaps tomorrow. Not eating and sleeping a lot are some indicators but of course, now he is finally off the steroid drugs (what were they thinking) it may be that but let's wait and see.
The main thing is that mum is at home and busy catching up on loads of things she has been wanting to do and dad is in good hands and in the right place. We will see later on what it means to us all especially him.
Ewww Too Much Information
Not sure I needed to know about Dad's "movements" however, now I know, have looked it up and it isn't at all good news. At the end of the day, who am I kidding? It's really bad news and he's on the cusp of moving into the next phase and there's nothing any of us can do to change it. I just want to clear the decks here and I'll go up there and get myself in place for whatever comes next.
I have to admit to being a tiny bit emotional tonight but then I have had a drink (or two) and actually managed to have a good evening I think at least I had a few beers and an Indian meal - sure I broke my diet but there wasn't much chance of not doing that. I'm annoyed but realised that I was going for a bit of a burn out. I actually need to vent some fury at what my dad is going through. The issue of it all being that I see him suffering and realise how it could well be me, it's agony for him and it's like sticking hot needles into me, all I see is him suffering when he shouldn't have that after all he did for us, it's unjust and not warranted, it hurts all who love him and everyone around him. How cruel nature (or is it God) is to do this to people.
I listened to a talk the other day about how we aren't really meant to live beyond about 35 years old and this is why we have Cancers and other problems like Dementia and Alzheimer's. We aren't programmed to live this long - period. So we live longer and catch nasty things like Cancer, are more susceptible to Diabetes and so on. I do hate the way that it is gradually killing my dad and didn't just be as certain as a heart attack or something that would have been short and over and done with. To toy with someone with a great mind is too cruel for words. Does a just God do that to their people? I wonder. I need to go have the time to myself to go and work that out I think. I find it a difficult scenario where what happens to people could possibly be considered the act of someone compassionate and caring. If you see the anguish it brings not only to the sufferer but also to those around them it isn't compassionate or caring at all, it's downright nasty.
So I will leave you with this that I am listening to right now. One of my fav bands, Camel and from the concept Album Dust and Dream (about the Great American Depression and the Dust Bowl Drought). It's a really interesting piece of music. In fact, see if you can pick up the whole album at some time especially "Go West" which is another fab piece of music.
Somehow I am drawn to this at these troubled times, I know not why.....
I have to admit to being a tiny bit emotional tonight but then I have had a drink (or two) and actually managed to have a good evening I think at least I had a few beers and an Indian meal - sure I broke my diet but there wasn't much chance of not doing that. I'm annoyed but realised that I was going for a bit of a burn out. I actually need to vent some fury at what my dad is going through. The issue of it all being that I see him suffering and realise how it could well be me, it's agony for him and it's like sticking hot needles into me, all I see is him suffering when he shouldn't have that after all he did for us, it's unjust and not warranted, it hurts all who love him and everyone around him. How cruel nature (or is it God) is to do this to people.
I listened to a talk the other day about how we aren't really meant to live beyond about 35 years old and this is why we have Cancers and other problems like Dementia and Alzheimer's. We aren't programmed to live this long - period. So we live longer and catch nasty things like Cancer, are more susceptible to Diabetes and so on. I do hate the way that it is gradually killing my dad and didn't just be as certain as a heart attack or something that would have been short and over and done with. To toy with someone with a great mind is too cruel for words. Does a just God do that to their people? I wonder. I need to go have the time to myself to go and work that out I think. I find it a difficult scenario where what happens to people could possibly be considered the act of someone compassionate and caring. If you see the anguish it brings not only to the sufferer but also to those around them it isn't compassionate or caring at all, it's downright nasty.
So I will leave you with this that I am listening to right now. One of my fav bands, Camel and from the concept Album Dust and Dream (about the Great American Depression and the Dust Bowl Drought). It's a really interesting piece of music. In fact, see if you can pick up the whole album at some time especially "Go West" which is another fab piece of music.
Somehow I am drawn to this at these troubled times, I know not why.....
Yuk Bollocks etc
Bloody phone packed up half way through the night - only charged it in the morning - what the hell is going on? So worried that I had no news from home and arrived back and set on to power up and no message, no email, in fact nothing except from my Uncle. In fact a message just arrived. Dad is having a brain scan tomorrow (well later today). Interesting times. Not sure what is going on at the moment but, dare I say, in my eyes we are entering the home straight now and I just need to get myself prepared for this as I will need all my strength and resolve to hold the rest of the family together.
I know that my brother will be in pieces as he is very close to my dad living 5 minutes from them for years and years. Mum will be exhausted and we will just have to make the most of it. I can be an arse like this and whilst people hate me for it, someone has to do the "hard man" through the tough bit. I imagine later I'll be in bits but that can wait really, wait until I get to be on my own.
I know that my brother will be in pieces as he is very close to my dad living 5 minutes from them for years and years. Mum will be exhausted and we will just have to make the most of it. I can be an arse like this and whilst people hate me for it, someone has to do the "hard man" through the tough bit. I imagine later I'll be in bits but that can wait really, wait until I get to be on my own.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Hospital it is then
At least there is one thing about going to hospital, dad will be able to have 24x7 care and let's hope they can relieve the pain he has. Now quite disorientated and confused the doctor wants to know if it is the Cancer, the whack on the head or the strained muscles that are doing this. Probably a combination of the 3 I'm guessing.
So I now need to hear what that will all mean to mum and the family. Hopefully mum will get a bit of rest and be able to be less on edge. Looking after someone who you've lived and loved for 56 years must take a hell of a strain. I feel pretty helpless but what can I do other than a bit of support. I have today started to feel a bit upset about things - I have no idea how it will take me at all, the nearer we get the worse I feel. It's not that I don't care BTW it is just the way I'm made.
Anyway, I will go out and meet some friends tonight as planned and see what they have to say, hopefully they will cheer me up or allow me to cheer them up which will mysteriously cheer me up too.
So I now need to hear what that will all mean to mum and the family. Hopefully mum will get a bit of rest and be able to be less on edge. Looking after someone who you've lived and loved for 56 years must take a hell of a strain. I feel pretty helpless but what can I do other than a bit of support. I have today started to feel a bit upset about things - I have no idea how it will take me at all, the nearer we get the worse I feel. It's not that I don't care BTW it is just the way I'm made.
Anyway, I will go out and meet some friends tonight as planned and see what they have to say, hopefully they will cheer me up or allow me to cheer them up which will mysteriously cheer me up too.
Who is right?
Crack of Sparrows call from my brother. Difficult to know what to make of it other than he wants me up there. If I had been already then what? As I asked him, "What exactly were you thinking I might do?" That's the problem as I said to him if I'd already been up there and done the supportive bit etc. then what? It's chicken and egg of the worst possible kind.
Then there's the other bit of once I'm up there is it just a day there and back or is it two or three days at a time? It is just difficult to tell and next week is easier to move things around than this week and some would say you should go forget it but just what is the right thing to do?
I shall try and get some sort of answer out of my mum when I speak to her. In a way, after that, I will at least be able to put some sense to it. Again, it isn't a lot of use me just sitting up there getting in the way either. What to do? What to do?
I guess it will play out one way or another.
Then there's the other bit of once I'm up there is it just a day there and back or is it two or three days at a time? It is just difficult to tell and next week is easier to move things around than this week and some would say you should go forget it but just what is the right thing to do?
I shall try and get some sort of answer out of my mum when I speak to her. In a way, after that, I will at least be able to put some sense to it. Again, it isn't a lot of use me just sitting up there getting in the way either. What to do? What to do?
I guess it will play out one way or another.
Trying to work out what to do next
It is interesting as today I saw a few jobs and thought, they look good but a little later retreated from them as I thought a bit more about them. Here's the problem and it will always be a problem for me. I really enjoy the sorts of things I've been doing for the last 10 years or so and I've learnt so much in the past few years that I can now talk with some authority about business, finance, customer and competitive research, business planning, risks, issues and contingencies and a whole host of other things. That experience is a marketable commodity in my eyes and I'm not sure whether I should set my sights lower unless it is for a job in the Third Sector which I would certainly consider would be lower rewarded in terms of money but would be a higher reward in terms of philanthropic pursuits.
I think that after this week is over and done with I will take a short breather, enough time to just work out what to do and to clear my office of the last 2 years of paperwork and just archive all of that. I can then file away the business stuff and clear the decks getting myself organised properly to start to think clearly.
Horrible as it sounds, I somehow need to understand dad's situation and to come to terms with that and to work out my reaction to it for at the moment I feel something but I don't feel what I thought I should. In fact it is a lot like having Cancer as what you think you should feel like is very different to how you do feel. Strange but true. I have a number of things I must sit down and sort out including some accounts and odds and ends of paperwork. I'm going to go and see the local history society in a few weeks too as they meet on a Friday and go have a chat with then and see what gives there.
I'm considering what to do with the family history business and also some of the more interesting ideas I've got and when someone I know comes back from holiday I will go and see him and work on some business ideas that I had that he seems interested in. I wonder if my future lies in providing that level of advice and consulting in short bursts to business people who wouldn't necessarily have my sort of expertise? Who knows.
I think that after this week is over and done with I will take a short breather, enough time to just work out what to do and to clear my office of the last 2 years of paperwork and just archive all of that. I can then file away the business stuff and clear the decks getting myself organised properly to start to think clearly.
Horrible as it sounds, I somehow need to understand dad's situation and to come to terms with that and to work out my reaction to it for at the moment I feel something but I don't feel what I thought I should. In fact it is a lot like having Cancer as what you think you should feel like is very different to how you do feel. Strange but true. I have a number of things I must sit down and sort out including some accounts and odds and ends of paperwork. I'm going to go and see the local history society in a few weeks too as they meet on a Friday and go have a chat with then and see what gives there.
I'm considering what to do with the family history business and also some of the more interesting ideas I've got and when someone I know comes back from holiday I will go and see him and work on some business ideas that I had that he seems interested in. I wonder if my future lies in providing that level of advice and consulting in short bursts to business people who wouldn't necessarily have my sort of expertise? Who knows.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
What does that mean?
Doctor been and sorted out some of the symptoms dad is having, giving heavier pain killers but bloods and blood pressure seem to be normalising and he is eating again. However, the problem is that it is like all these things, we don't know actually what it is that is doing this, the fall, the cancer or the steroids which he shouldn't have had that he is almost finally weaned off.
I'm just on standby and as soon as I hear anything then I will need to spring into action.
I'm just on standby and as soon as I hear anything then I will need to spring into action.
End of Life
Either I'm a cold fish or perhaps I just look at things differently to most. I hate the idea of my dad suffering away there and just getting no quality of life and without doubt the surgeons extended his life as I originally didn't see him making it past Christmas. He's very strong (or was) and has had some extra time but in all honesty - it isn't him and it isn't a good way (is there ever) for things to work out but I guess we don't get to choose and we don't know when, where etc.
I have to admit to being in a strange place but then again we are shutting down (or putting the shutters over) our business this week and the girls are in exams or final projects and so timing isn't great but once again you can't choose that either. I have no idea if you get a certain way along and then consciously make up your mind that you've had enough and give up.
My limited brushes with the subject came when I had my feinting episode and got taken to St. Thomas's Hospital (about the best place) and had all that good stuff and 5 days of tests - I wouldn't go to sleep in case I didn't wake up - my children were very young then too - terrifying time but after that - things were OK and then, of course, Bladder Cancer and for some weeks I was wrestling with the arguments around what would happen - remember the staging wasn't known and I had to wait for tests and diagnosis so for 3 weeks I was waiting and then a few weeks more to find out. Then it was noted as being a pretty nasty one. When asked did I think I was going to die? I have no hesitation to say that I really did think that at first.
We all have to die, we don't like the idea, we don't discuss it much and we sort of brush it under the carpet a bit. We don't know how to deal with each other and that's everyone, talking to the dying, talking to relatives of the dying etc. We are very concious that we might offend or be indelicate. I'm not really indelicate (I think) but I am a realist, this is going to happen and everyone is going to be very upset about it and it is going to be a horrible time for us all but we just have to deal with it and move on. There's nothing in our power we can do to stop it and we just need to brush ourselves down and make the best of it and adjust. I'll hate it because I don't like seeing people upset, not since I've been ill have I been able to cope with it and yet before, it would not have been a problem. Either I've learnt compassion or as I suspect, there have been some interesting chemical changes in my body and some easing of the cells in my brain :-)
I'm not looking forward to this next stage either (who would) especially as I'm far away and reacting to any change in circumstances is going to be difficult. Some people have told me that they regretted not being there "at the end" and I'm not sure if it is possible for that to happen, how would you be able to judge that and how could you possibly be there unless it is some sort of vigil and you get sufficient warning. Some said they left their loved ones in seemingly good health and spirits to get home and find out that they had died.
Things will take their course and I just hope that when they do it will be peaceful and pain free. If I am there, then so be it but if not, well circumstances and timing would have been different that's all.
I have to admit to being in a strange place but then again we are shutting down (or putting the shutters over) our business this week and the girls are in exams or final projects and so timing isn't great but once again you can't choose that either. I have no idea if you get a certain way along and then consciously make up your mind that you've had enough and give up.
My limited brushes with the subject came when I had my feinting episode and got taken to St. Thomas's Hospital (about the best place) and had all that good stuff and 5 days of tests - I wouldn't go to sleep in case I didn't wake up - my children were very young then too - terrifying time but after that - things were OK and then, of course, Bladder Cancer and for some weeks I was wrestling with the arguments around what would happen - remember the staging wasn't known and I had to wait for tests and diagnosis so for 3 weeks I was waiting and then a few weeks more to find out. Then it was noted as being a pretty nasty one. When asked did I think I was going to die? I have no hesitation to say that I really did think that at first.
We all have to die, we don't like the idea, we don't discuss it much and we sort of brush it under the carpet a bit. We don't know how to deal with each other and that's everyone, talking to the dying, talking to relatives of the dying etc. We are very concious that we might offend or be indelicate. I'm not really indelicate (I think) but I am a realist, this is going to happen and everyone is going to be very upset about it and it is going to be a horrible time for us all but we just have to deal with it and move on. There's nothing in our power we can do to stop it and we just need to brush ourselves down and make the best of it and adjust. I'll hate it because I don't like seeing people upset, not since I've been ill have I been able to cope with it and yet before, it would not have been a problem. Either I've learnt compassion or as I suspect, there have been some interesting chemical changes in my body and some easing of the cells in my brain :-)
I'm not looking forward to this next stage either (who would) especially as I'm far away and reacting to any change in circumstances is going to be difficult. Some people have told me that they regretted not being there "at the end" and I'm not sure if it is possible for that to happen, how would you be able to judge that and how could you possibly be there unless it is some sort of vigil and you get sufficient warning. Some said they left their loved ones in seemingly good health and spirits to get home and find out that they had died.
Things will take their course and I just hope that when they do it will be peaceful and pain free. If I am there, then so be it but if not, well circumstances and timing would have been different that's all.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Short Hold
Whilst I wait to hear what the Doctor has to say tomorrow. Dad has started eating again today which is good - he was only pecking at stuff because of the pain and has been sleeping a lot too. The pain killers appear to make him want to sleep and I suppose that is no bad thing.
I'll get a call from my mum tomorrow afternoon and can then make my mind up on what to do about things. All my commitments are on alert now that I may not make them (that's this Friday and Saturday). Anyway - let's see what happens tomorrow.
I'll get a call from my mum tomorrow afternoon and can then make my mind up on what to do about things. All my commitments are on alert now that I may not make them (that's this Friday and Saturday). Anyway - let's see what happens tomorrow.
Strange Feelings
Strange indeed. Not sure how I feel at the moment. It's obviously not a good time at the moment and Dad's been going through the mill of it with falling over, tablets that perhaps he shouldn't have had and a whole range of things going on.
Whether or not things are as bad as my brother says I will try and find out tomorrow from my mum and make a decision on what to do. The distance is a problem as it always was going to be and that doesn't help me. My brother's suggestion of driving there and back in day when faced with a trip around the M25 and M11 and back entailing a minimum of 5 hours if not 6 hours driving doesn't exactly fit my best things to do in a day criteria - if I have to I have to but it isn't as if it is something that I enjoy doing as a day trip.
I'm in a strange place I have to say - strange in as much as before I spoke to my brother I knew dad was poorly but not quite as poorly as he said so that has disturbed me. The description he gave sounds, to me, like things have deteriorated in a few hours since I'd spoken to my mum and if that is the case then when I speak to her later today (now) I can see what I will need to do.
I still feel quite remote from what is going on and a little less emotional than I thought I perhaps should although I did feel pretty disturbed with what my brother told me. I'm expecting that tomorrow isn't going to be good news and so better prepare myself for that.
Whether or not things are as bad as my brother says I will try and find out tomorrow from my mum and make a decision on what to do. The distance is a problem as it always was going to be and that doesn't help me. My brother's suggestion of driving there and back in day when faced with a trip around the M25 and M11 and back entailing a minimum of 5 hours if not 6 hours driving doesn't exactly fit my best things to do in a day criteria - if I have to I have to but it isn't as if it is something that I enjoy doing as a day trip.
I'm in a strange place I have to say - strange in as much as before I spoke to my brother I knew dad was poorly but not quite as poorly as he said so that has disturbed me. The description he gave sounds, to me, like things have deteriorated in a few hours since I'd spoken to my mum and if that is the case then when I speak to her later today (now) I can see what I will need to do.
I still feel quite remote from what is going on and a little less emotional than I thought I perhaps should although I did feel pretty disturbed with what my brother told me. I'm expecting that tomorrow isn't going to be good news and so better prepare myself for that.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
That's a phone call I'd rather not have had
Phone call with mum wasn't good and brother and sister in law were called in early to assist move my dad who is in a lot of pain with this tear across his chest. My brother then called me to sort of say dad's really getting very frail, grey and his chest is beginning to rattle and he isn't eating much and maybe I ought to come up this week.
I probably will have to do that but will wait until I hear what happens in the morning as mum is ringing the doctor and in a way that will determine a course of action for her, my dad and inevitably for me.
I'm going to set some scenes with a few people as a "just in case" as I had some plans this week but might have to change those based on what transpires.
My brother is a little prone to excitability in these sorts of circumstances but I think he has a point this time.
I probably will have to do that but will wait until I hear what happens in the morning as mum is ringing the doctor and in a way that will determine a course of action for her, my dad and inevitably for me.
I'm going to set some scenes with a few people as a "just in case" as I had some plans this week but might have to change those based on what transpires.
My brother is a little prone to excitability in these sorts of circumstances but I think he has a point this time.
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