You might notice that I have deleted yesterday's post, thank you to everyone who added their comments. Today I have to report that my emotions are shot to pieces as I have discovered that my Uncle Stan has not passed away. I have just had a phone call from his wife, Aunty Pat, and it seems I misunderstood the message she left on my answer machine. She was speaking very softly and even though I listened to it five times, I still heard the words 'Uncle Stan's passed'.
I have just listened again, with my good ear pressed onto the speaker, and I can just about make out, 'Hello, it's Pat here, Uncle Stan's Pat'. Oh my goodness, what a terrible mistake to make. Here's me feeling very sad because I thought my last remaining uncle had gone, and now I can celebrate because he is pulling through. It just proves what I said about him being a fighter, it looks like him aiming to get to 100 might just happen.
There is a little bit more to add to the story though. The reason Pat was whispering was that she herself is in hospital as well. After Stan was taken in, Pat was going backwards and forwards quite a lot to visit, it was very worrying for her. She was called out in the middle of the night because he took a turn for the worse and they thought he might not pull through. At one point he died in front of her, and all hell broke loose as everybody came running. As a consequence of all this Pat also had a heart attack.
Pat has now been moved to Glenfield Hospital near Leicester, and her condition is now known to be more serious than first thought, she is awaiting open heart surgery. In the meantime Stan has started to get out of bed and walk a little.
Now I feel awful that I made a terrible mistake, but I thank God that no one has died. I wish the thaw would come soon, then I could go and visit, but we are still snowed in here. It would be dangerous to try and make the journey south at the moment. I will just have to wait by the phone for news, and maybe put a new battery in my hearing aid.
A LITTLE TREAT.
11 hours ago