The bad news and the bad news....

Cag was admitted to hospital last night. She had a difficult day, and had a couple of bouts of not being able to clear her chest, coughing, almost choking. I was not happy about her situation so called the emergency doctor. He checked her over and phoned for an ambulance, saying that she ought to be looked at in hospital, the sooner the better.

I phoned this morning to find out how she was and was asked to go to the hospital to meet with the doctor, as she was refusing medical intervention. I was there by 10.30am but was unable to see the doctor until about 2pm, because of other emergencies. It gave me time to work on Cag and to get her to agree to accept examination and treatment. All she wanted to do was to come home, but if she does she will die, pure and simple.

She is now on a drip and has a feeding tube fitted, and I heard tonight that she has taken a small amount of nourishment this way. I talked with the dietitian before I left this evening and she asked me how heavy Cag was. I knew because I had weighed her on Sunday............ 32 kilos, about 5 stone. She did warn me that this was borderline and that feeding would have to be small and often. It may take three weeks or more to see an improvement, but at least something is being done ........ at last.

Cag is not the best patient. She is hating every minute of it, but I know I have done all I can here and she needs the sort of help the she can only receive where she is. I can't help feeling guilty at allowing her to go into hospital, but the alternative is unthinkable.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring?