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Sunday, October 28, 2007IT AIN'T OVER 'TIL THE FAT LADY SINGSButterfly 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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