It's been a while since I've written anything on this blog but that's because I'm not sure what to write.
My mother sent me a message one day, because I asked her if she could send me some information about Dad and his care (or lack of it) when he was sent to the hospital again. It was a sad message and I thought I would put it on here. But I can't find it.
She told us how Dad was treated like an animal in the hospital. Tied to the bed. Chained like a dog she said. She couldn't believe such a thing happened in this day and age.
I know she was shocked.
I'm fairly certain she was sad.
Then, I'm guessing, she picked herself up and said, 'To hell with this. No-one is treating the man I vowed to love through sickness and in health like this'.
The family were called.
A plan was implemented.
Mum doesn't like talking about this particular period. She told me to ask my siblings. I haven't got round to it. Perhaps if I find the email mum sent I'll publish it.
