Forgive the dreadful analogy, but I have just been reminded by my children that it is pancake day and ,like the famed pancake, it has been a time of highs and lows.(You see why the poet in this house isn't me...) Last weekend and the days that followed were very rough for Mark and I took the week off work as he was so frail. However, at the end of the week he improved dramatically and began to eat, and get out of bed. It seems that after the initial bad reaction the steroids began to do their stuff.
Mark's brothers all arrived in York on Friday for their relocated 'brothers' weekend' and after some take-away/movie/Betty's therapy It was felt that a great weekend had been had by all. A definite high.
This morning Mark had an operation to have a morphine pump fitted via a spinal catheter. This allows the morphine to get into the system directly without the side effects of the oral morphine. The operation went well, although it is trial and error to get the right dosage etc. so he needs to stay in hospital for a further 2 nights.
In the mean time Mark's parents are staying in town and are poised for hospital visiting/cooking/child care activities. The girls are performing in the Poppleton panto Sinbad the Sailor this week and Gran and Grandpa, myself and Joel will all be in attendance for the first night tomorrow...Oh yes we will!
Thanks for visiting the blog and may all your pancakes be perfect.
Mary
