So, did you all get what you were wishing for on Christmas Day? I did, and it wasn’t because of a present.
Poor old Dot had been fading away for the past few weeks, not eating much, unable to move, and bedridden with pain and bruising after many falls. She was severely depressed at her loss of dignity and independence, and she wanted to die. I called the doctor out last week to ask if he could prescribe her some painkillers and anti-depressants. Thankfully he obliged. Dot had never been one to take medication of any sort, but finally agreed to going along with the doctor’s orders.
On Christmas Eve my youngest son and his wife visited her with their two boys. My little grandson Rikki, nearly two, was dressed up in a Santa costume, and nobody could have failed to smile at the sight of him. Dot’s face lit up.
By Christmas Day the anti-depressants were kicking in a bit more. She enjoyed a steady stream of visitors, and by Boxing Day her appetite was better and she managed to eat the Christmas dinner that had been saved from the day before.
It’s amazing what a regular dose of anti-depressant tablets can do for somebody who was ready to die only a week before. She is still bedridden and probably always will be now, but her pain is better managed and she is able to sit up and complete the Daily Mail crossword every day. She seems more accepting of her situation. Her appetite is improving, and she chats with her visitors instead of bursting into floods of tears. As I left her on Boxing Day afternoon she was singing along with the ‘Seven Brides for Seven Brothers’ film on TV.
What made you happy this Christmas? Apart from Sam and I meeting up with our sons, daughters-in-law and grandchildren more frequently than we usually do, the sight of my 92 year old mother singing along with Howard Keel on Boxing Day did it for me!