This morning I’d taken Tom and Joe over to see her. Although she was chronically tired, she gave it her best shot, smiling and making jokes with the kids.
Tom, Errin, Doreen, Joe and Isaac
Doreen amused by Joe's off-screen clowning around
Joe (on-screen and clowning) and Lesley
Her tiredness is exacerbated by the number of official visitors we’ve had to deal with. Yesterday it was sorting out stuff with her bank, this morning it was the solicitor, then the district nurse, followed by the woman from the equipment loan service that has provided the wheelchair.
In between all of these folks, Bernard (my brother in-law) and I headed down to the council offices to sort out a disabled parking permit for when Doreen is being ferried about in cars and we need to park in places where we shouldn’t.
Tomorrow we’re hoping to be able to take her up to Warkworth – a place that has a special significance in our lives. However as the chemo begins to tell upon her it seems uncertain that we’ll make it. I hope we can. It'll be the first time that my sister, my mother and myself have been back there together in at least 40 odd years. We three had some happy times there.
Back at the Yellow Room…
Ten minutes into my telephone interview with Julie Tippetts tonight I could hear a great commotion in the background. “There’s been a crash or something outside” reported Julie. I lorry had overturned on the road near their house. Fortunately nobody was injured.
An hour later not long after we resumed, there was a police raid on a house in our street – a suspected drug dealer apparently. About 20 officers in all the heavy-duty gear piled into the house a few doors up.
It seemed our conversation was bookended by great upheavals just outside our respective doors. “Blimey,” she joked “we’re generating some energy tonight”