Light at the end of the tunnel

Today, G and myself, got the train to my Dad’s for a change, instead of driving there. A bit more relaxing. When we got there, we took dad for our normal coffee at Costa’s, to get my Dad out of the house for an hour or so, and get a fresh air on the walk to Costa’s. I enjoy our little coffee stops. It gives us a chance to have a good natter about whats been happening and my Dad a chance to get into ‘story mode’, which he seems to enjoy. It takes his mind of everything else, which at the moment, I think he needs.

Back at the house we went through a load more drawers and dug out yet more paperwork and sorted it out. G volunteered for the job of shredding all the unwanted stuff, and stuff with personal details on. We went at this for must be nearly 2 hours. By the time we gave up, the large bin bag we were using, was three quarters full of shredded paper. The shredder, which a couple of days ago, was partly sat in water, worked perfectly and did not cut out once. What a time saver it turned out to be compared to ripping stuff up by hand or using my Dad’s manual shredder. By the time we finished, we had gotten through loads of paperwork, There is still loads to do, but, with regards to personal stuff needed for the solicitors, I think we have found most of it. The rest should all be stuff that needs sorting and shredding. A big pile, today, got reduced to just a small pile of letters etc. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting closer.

All that was left to do after that, for today, was head off home on the train and go to the local Tesco and buy loads of shopping. I’m going to put my feet up tonight, as sitting in a rather hard dining room chair for all that time this afternoon, has played havoc with my back and neck.

Coffee Star

I had a quiet day today, well that was after I managed to get out of bed. Last night I had an awful nights sleep. It was after 03.30 when I eventually got to sleep. Due to my back problem, I had pains in my legs, right arm, neck and hips / pelvis. I woke Denise up a few times twitching, jumping, huffing and puffing, moaning and all round irritation from not being able to get to sleep. I was getting myself frustrated, which didn’t help matters. As a result, it was nearly midday when Denise woke me up with a phone call. As Grace finished school early I’ve not had time to go and see my Dad today, but did speak to him on the phone. He seemed in good spirits, which is always pleasing to hear. I will be popping down to see him tomorrow, and sort through yet more paperwork. Grace is going to help shred papers, with the now dry and working shredder. After doing a bit of work, I might treat my Dad to a Costa coffee. He seems to enjoy going there now, well I hope he does. It was funny the other day, he seems to like, and find it funny that Costa top off their cappuccinos with a chocolate star. They other day they didn’t do it, and my dad noticed lol. He laughed, saying ‘where my star?’, pointing at his coffee. I am going to have to make sure in future he has a star on there. I might take a stencil in and ask the to put a ‘G’ on for his name and see what he does. I’ll let you know if I do that.

coffee star

What a long, busy day

1 / 2 / 2013

Well today, My Dad returned back from the hospital a bit earlier than I expected. Apparently all they did was take blood samples, checked his heart, then told him to make an appointment for 6 weeks time. They didn’t give him any info like my dad was sort of expecting, but maybes they need to run their own tests to see how things lie at the moment, rather than take another hospitals word for things. I’m not sure. BUT, one thing they did say, is that a couple of the cancerous growths, have increased in size. They didn’t say by how much though. The other thing they spoke about was one thing we knew about, but with it getting nearer is a bit concerning. The purpose of my Dad going to this specialist hospital ward, is so they can test brand new treatments on him. Treatments, that have been tested on animals so far, but not on humans, so they cannot say what the side effects will be. The good side, if there a good side, is that my Dad, getting this treatment(s) will possibly help prolong things but also help cancer research. My Dad is, as normal, putting on a brave face about things.

Once I got to his house, so we could spend a bit of time catching up and chatting, we went for a coffee at the local Costa Coffee shop. I think I must be drinking too much coffee as they are starting to recognise me in there now. I surprised them today when I changed my normal order. Anyway, I digress, the main reason for going for a coffee was so that it took my Dad’s mind off any worries he may of had from the hospital. I managed to steer the subject onto one of his favourites, trains. My Dad worked on the railways before I was born and has loads, I mean loads, of stories to tell about his time there. He could go on for hours if you let him, which I was quite happy to do. We did, touch briefly on the visit to hospital as well. He didn’t come across as worried, which is good. Mind you, like I say, puts on a brave face.

Once we got back to the house, I got on with making a couple of phone calls to companies to check what was live with them, with regards to my Mam’s accounts. As expected, and totally acceptable, I have to send in a copy of the death certificate with covering letter etc to one of them and complete forms for the other.

After that, I set about clearing a space on the table in my Dad’s dining room. If you remember from a previous post, that that room is used mainly for storing things. Anyway, I cleared a space and set about starting to battle against the mountain of paperwork in my Mam’s name. I have never seen so much junk mail in my life. My Mam must of entered every competition going with every company and charity that exists. It took 3 hours just to go through on small cupboard in a sideboard. I am rapidly filling a bin liner with stuff to shred.

After I got home, I got our electric shredder out of our loft. Now this really pissed me off. A year or so ago, we got our loft re-insulated through our local council. Since then it has become evident that the company who redid our loft on behalf of the council, kindly covered over the air vents in the loft, so everything is now soaking. All cardboard boxes are basically turning into paper mache. Now, the shredder I go out of the loft is possibly ruined by water. The collection bin on the shredder has a pool in the bottom of it, and the main shredding unit and plug we sitting in the water. I am desperately trying to dry it all out in the hope I can use it, otherwise, I may have to buy a new one, to use at my Dad’s, as well as home. Fingers crossed. We will eventually, at some point, get round to emptying the loft, and believe me, that will take a day, just in itself, just so that I can get up there and clear the vents. I’m sure at some point, I will drop the local council a line, thanking them in not so many ways.