Author Archives: Lisa Battye

Mum was calm tonight. Still in the side-ward. They’ve cured the pneumonia, and the gross distress and wild confusion. Caused by constipation – the bane of nursing everywhere. Mum is lying on a magic bed that really does prevent the scourge of pressure sores. The nurses visit regularly, offering food and drink, tablets and smiles.Continue reading “So what now?”

What a difference a day can make. My Mum responds to treatment and improves. She’s had a good night. She looks at my sister, who has come up from London urgently, and opens her eyes again. And smiles. What is this thing called love, that causes strangers to pull together, and build hospitals, and takeContinue reading “Not today.”

I can’t even find how to add a picture of my Mum to this blog and yet the wish to write about what is happening to her and how I feel about it all feels almost overwhelming. They called me in today to the hospital ward because her life signs were failing and it tookContinue reading “Is Mum dying?”

I have been encouraged not to worry about how my blog looks, whether I’ve got a name for it yet, or even if I am feeling overwhelmed. And to tell why I am here. I am here because I have things to say. For most of my life I think I have been content toContinue reading “A bit of background”