~*Belle 2003*~
<font color=navy>I used to be indecisive, but now
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No, I don't need the straight jacket thank you! 
As you know my Mum has had half of her stomach removed (gastric cancer) and has been having a rough week ever since the surgery. She has been at her lowest ebb and deeply depressed too. She has a chest infection and had been vomiting daily.
Last night she had a lovely dream. Mum has had very frightening nightmares up to then. My Dad died in 1998. They went back to a house that we reckon was their home, and Dad watched the television like he used to whilst Mum made them a meal. My Dad asked my Mum whether he thought she should of left the hospital without letting anyone know first. They discussed this for a while and decided that the hospital should know, so my Dad took my Mum back to her hospital room, tucked her up in bed and left her.
A small miracle occurred!
Well, this morning she drank 1 and a third cups of tea and managed to keep most of it down. Then this evening had a little chicken soup and it's still inside her. No throwing up at all!
To say we are thrilled is an understatement. We firmly believe that Dad came to the hospital last night and gave her the strength to eat something today. She was also a lot perkier in herself. Mum has a long, long way to go but this is the first positive step she has made.
Well, there you have it, call us mad but we are so happy as it's the first bit of good news we have had all week!
As you know my Mum has had half of her stomach removed (gastric cancer) and has been having a rough week ever since the surgery. She has been at her lowest ebb and deeply depressed too. She has a chest infection and had been vomiting daily.
Last night she had a lovely dream. Mum has had very frightening nightmares up to then. My Dad died in 1998. They went back to a house that we reckon was their home, and Dad watched the television like he used to whilst Mum made them a meal. My Dad asked my Mum whether he thought she should of left the hospital without letting anyone know first. They discussed this for a while and decided that the hospital should know, so my Dad took my Mum back to her hospital room, tucked her up in bed and left her.
A small miracle occurred!
Well, this morning she drank 1 and a third cups of tea and managed to keep most of it down. Then this evening had a little chicken soup and it's still inside her. No throwing up at all!
To say we are thrilled is an understatement. We firmly believe that Dad came to the hospital last night and gave her the strength to eat something today. She was also a lot perkier in herself. Mum has a long, long way to go but this is the first positive step she has made.
Well, there you have it, call us mad but we are so happy as it's the first bit of good news we have had all week!
It sounds like her dream was telling her to get on with life as it is, that it's not over for her yet. 
Hope she is feeling well enough to return home soon.
Very encouraging indeed!
