Waiting now...

Dad is now back at home and pretending all is well.
He's getting lots of visitors and so is in 'hostess with the mostest' mode. The days and sunny and he's getting out into the garden. He's seems pretty happy and relaxed.

The tumour in his throat will be growing. His voice seems to be getting weaker every time we speak. Who knows how long he has? But if the sun keeps shining and the plants keep growing, he'll enjoy what time he has left.

Mum is getting more relaxed and more settled at St Andrews House. She is still packing and unpacking her things - which is one of the rituals she does. But as long as she has enough sweeties and regular mealtimes, she seems happy. Dad has been visiting her regularly. And he's upset and relieved that she has stopped asking him to take her home.

We're working hard to try and find a way to fund the care home for Mum. Their financial affairs are in a bit of a mess so we're trying to sort it out, without putting Dad under any strain.

I don't know if Dad has weeks or a few months left, but keep your fingers crossed he gets a chance to enjoy them.

I guess we'll just wait.....