We arrived at the hospital for her MRI. I had to assist the staff to transfer Maria to another wheelchair and onto the machine. They were great, seeking my way of doing things as they have learnt that the carers generally have things down-pat.
I took the kids to the cafe while we waited. Unfortunately it was a very long session in the machine and Maria was suffering terribly from head pain, although I had given her strong pain killers before she started. She was exhausted and feeling a little agitated (wouldn't anyone?). We were told not to leave as the Neurosurgical or Oncology teams would need to come and see us. This unsettled me a little. To cut a long story short, one of the Oncology registrars visited us (our Oncologist doesn't work on Fridays) and she said that the radiologist was concerned and wanted to see whether Maria wanted to be admitted and whether she had any symptom changes of late. When I enquired as to what they had discovered she said they were still reviewing the imagery. Thankfully she had spoken with our Oncologist who told her that we were "very sensible" and that she should be guided by us. We didn't see any need to put her into hospital, especially as it was all so vague and she is going to the hospice on Monday. I collected a copy of the imagery and have since viewed it at home. Again, I'm no expert so it would be remiss of me to make any comment. I SMS'd the Oncologist and asked him to review the imagery on Monday so we could discuss.
Maria was exhausted by the time we got to the car, leaving four-and-a-half hours after arriving. What a way for Ben to spend half of his day! I struggled to get Maria into the car as her fatigue meant she was a 100% dead-weight. Holding her up for two minutes while trying to manoeuvre her into the car hurt my back and may have aggravated my spinal problem as I've had pins and needles in my right arm since.
Because of the length of time we had at the hospital and Maria's condition, she couldn't make the funeral, although she was really keen to go. This meant I had to scramble at short-notice to find someone to be at home. Our dear friends' son (also Ben) came down and hung around in the event Maria needed help. That was a huge blessing. When we came home I put Maria to bed and gave her a sleeping tablet to make Ben's job easier during my absence.
I headed off to the funeral, only for my GPS to freeze on numerous occasions, or not be able to acquire satellites. I just upgraded the maps, so I'm wondering whether something happened then. I got there around ten minutes late. It was a lovely service, celebrating Alan's life. He was such an interesting man.
Maria slept over three hours, which she needed. When she woke I had a bit of transferring to do. It can be stressful and overwhelming at times. I am using the lifter more often (albeit slower) to keep me intact. I even gave the kids a ride each before bed. As you can see, the harness is huge on them.














