Reflections
Two years ago I sat in a side room at Kings Hospital in London beside my Sister as she waited to have her Brain Tumour removed by the Doctors. She had been sent up to London by her local hospital following a scan, having complained about headaches for over four months.
It was Mothers Day and none of her Children had been able to make the journey and so I went to see her along with my Partner and the three Girls. It was a fine Spring day and South London was bathed in Sunlight and the flowers were out. We arrived not sure what to expect, my Sister was in her room with my Mother and looked very happy to see us all.
We spoke about the day to day things until we had no more to say and so faced up to the Why, How and Maybe questions about her illness. My Sister had informed herself as much as possible about Brain Tumours, she had spoken with the medical people about what they were to do. She spoke about just what she faced and what might happen, she did not hide the truth or talk as if it would all be fine.
Then we all left the hospital and went to a near by pub for lunch. We sat outside and chatted, we watched the kids play and the we went back to the hospital. My Sister was tired and needed rest and so we wished her well for her Operation the next day and said we would call and if she wanted anything we were just minutes away and would bring it. Because my Mother was there we did not laugh and joke as we normally did, I did not hug my Sister and tell her what ever happenend I would watch over hers as she had over mine.
After the operation she at least knew what she was fighting and how, and battle she did until she could do so no more and the Cancer finally won.
I miss my sister, a day does not go by without me reaching to call her and then having to stop because she is no longer with us. Tuesdays are the hardest days for it was about this time on a Tuesday that I would call to check how she was and see if I could do anything for her. After joking that I was calling to check that she was still alive we would gossip about the world and others actions and then both happy we would say goodbye.
It does not get any better just her passing is less bitter!
It was Mothers Day and none of her Children had been able to make the journey and so I went to see her along with my Partner and the three Girls. It was a fine Spring day and South London was bathed in Sunlight and the flowers were out. We arrived not sure what to expect, my Sister was in her room with my Mother and looked very happy to see us all.
We spoke about the day to day things until we had no more to say and so faced up to the Why, How and Maybe questions about her illness. My Sister had informed herself as much as possible about Brain Tumours, she had spoken with the medical people about what they were to do. She spoke about just what she faced and what might happen, she did not hide the truth or talk as if it would all be fine.
Then we all left the hospital and went to a near by pub for lunch. We sat outside and chatted, we watched the kids play and the we went back to the hospital. My Sister was tired and needed rest and so we wished her well for her Operation the next day and said we would call and if she wanted anything we were just minutes away and would bring it. Because my Mother was there we did not laugh and joke as we normally did, I did not hug my Sister and tell her what ever happenend I would watch over hers as she had over mine.
After the operation she at least knew what she was fighting and how, and battle she did until she could do so no more and the Cancer finally won.
I miss my sister, a day does not go by without me reaching to call her and then having to stop because she is no longer with us. Tuesdays are the hardest days for it was about this time on a Tuesday that I would call to check how she was and see if I could do anything for her. After joking that I was calling to check that she was still alive we would gossip about the world and others actions and then both happy we would say goodbye.
It does not get any better just her passing is less bitter!
posted by Ian Wood. Principal Wireless Foundry LLP at 5:25 pm
0 comments
