JAYNE WITH A WHY


My life has endured some drastic changes over the past 5yrs. I've moved continents, moved countries, lost my partner in life, lost my dogs, lost the bikes & no doubt about it, lost more than a few marbles along the way. I'm fucked up but valiantly fighting off sanity, which snaps at my heels at regular intervals. I swear a lot. Tell someone who cares.


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Name::Jayne
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    Sunday, October 28, 2007

    IT AIN'T OVER 'TIL THE FAT LADY SINGS

    Butterfly kisses
    on your hair so fine
    your pain echos
    on every laughter line.

    Each breath you take
    a visible strain,
    the oxygen mask
    disguising your pain.

    Bruised hands hold
    translucent skin,
    hiding the strength
    you hold within.

    So brave, Flowerpot
    no flowing tears,
    giving way to
    untold fears..................

    I wrote this last night. I couldn't finish it - maybe out of a secret fear that Grandma wouldn't get past the latest hurdle. We went across to the hospital - the dreaded wheelchair 'run' - in order for Grandma to have her dressing changed. The doc took one look at it, then beckoned me to see. The staples were being forced apart & the wound was so wide I could see the intestines trying to poke through. She had to go into surgery again, as fast as possible.

    A few hours later, Grandma was back in ICU. We were allowed to spend a few minutes with her. She was in pain & battling to breathe - literally sucking as hard as she could on the oxygen mask. It was horrible to see. We left her in excellent hands & then came home to another restless night.

    Fast forward to this morning: I make my way across the road & up to ICU. I'm greeted by a LGHOL, with colour in her cheeks & a welcoming smile. My heart lifts at the sight of her - she looks a hundred times better than last night!

    "Ey up Flower" I say, "You're looking good"

    "Hallo love" she replies, "I wish they'd hurry up & bring my cuppa tea! The doctor said I can have one & I'm bloody gasping!"

    Our Flowerpot, our Little Grey Haired Old Lady has the fighting spirit of a hundred warlords. She's having some pretty staunch physiotherapy on her lungs & will be having another pint or two of the red stuff, but there's a good chance she'll be home again by Thursday.

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