Another day, another drive to the James Cook University Hospital in Middlesbrough. I say drive, I just sit in the passenger seat while Carole does all the driving. It’s no easy ride, though, as I have to keep her fed and watered along the route.
So today was actually a good day. There was no initially heartbreaking sight of my mum slumped in a chair looking miserable and burdened by the stresses and strains of life.
Today she was perky and upbeat and in fine form.
Dressed and raring to go, we set about attempting a jigsaw that the occupational therapists had given her as something to do. Those crafty devils. So we did the edges of a jigsaw that was, essentially, just a mash of green and cream.
It took us ages. Carole and I checked out which pieces went with which and fed them to mum one at a time. She can sort through 100 green and cream pieces another time, we were just concentrating on a bit of deft manual dexterity.
From a frail woman who couldn’t manage a chocolate pudding to soneone who can put in jigsaw pieces with a teensy bit of occassional huffing, puffing and a muttered expletive was a joyous sight to behold.
There’s a long road ahead of us, but every journey starts with a single step.
And I think we took that today.