Friday 16th June
Nan was taken into hospital last night just after 7pm following a fall in her room at the care home.
After spending six hours in A and E she arrived on the Trauma Ward at 2am, having been diagnosed with an intertrochanteric neck of femur fracture: she had broken her hip.
We visited her this afternoon, and she was ok, a bit confused, and at first refused to acknowledge that she needed an operation to fix her hip. She just wanted to go home, and go to bed. After much talk and reassurance, she has come round to the fact that the procedure will be necessary to remove the incessant pain.
She has two wonderful doctors looking after her: an orthopedic consultant and a geriatrician. I feel very confident with her care.
She was fourth on the theatre list, had already been hooked up to a saline drip, given intravenous paracetamol, and had been administered a nerve block in preparation.
We stayed for about three hours; comforting, holding hands, and talking. She was scared, but then who wouldn’t be?
As of seven o’clock this evening, she has had the operation, been through recovery, and is on her way back to the ward. I was told to ring back at eight for an update. Half an hour to wait……
So my darling, that has been our day. I think you would have given Nan a gentle hug and a big kiss. You did spend a lot of time together, reading stories, playing board games or cards. You loved your Nan, and she loved you.
And I love you too. So very much.
And I miss you, more than words can say.
Treasured Angel son.