I've neglegted my blog for over a month but certainly not for a lack of things to write.
My parents successfully completed their tandem ride from Land's End to John o' Groats, despite some potentially ride-threatening damage to the rear hub. I suspect one of the reasons I've not been keeping my blog up to date is that I had been doing my dad's (at http://peter.chesspod.com/blog/) and didn't feel like doing even more typing. It's now finalised and includes photos.
While my parents were away, my grandad caused problems for the staff at his old peoples' home. He had been getting steadily weaker for quite a while and this wasn't helped by the fact that he was refusing to offer any assistance when getting out of chairs. Not only did this mean he wasn't using his muscles, causing them to deteriorate further, but it meant that the staff were having increasing difficulty in lifting him until one day one of them injured her back.
As a result of this, the home started using a hoist to get him in and out of bed and he spent all day in a wheelchair. He decided that this was cause to go on hunger strike and after this had been going on a couple of days, Agnes, who is the manager of the home, called me to ask if I could go and talk to him.
I went with Heather and spent a while talking to him. He seemed alright, and we didn't mention food until I took him back to the lounge to find that everyone else was in the dining room. He didn't want to go in, so we left him in the lounge and went home.
Agnes called again on the following Sunday asking for me to go again as apparently our visit earlier in the week had cheered him up. This time, I called Aunty Phyllis and invited her to lunch and she and I went to see him at about 2pm. After talking to Agnes for about 10 minutes, we went to see him in his room, where Sue and Phil were already with him. We spent about an hour there, but grandad was pretty miserable and wanted us to go. He was also quite cross that a doctor had been called - I'm not sure what he was expecting to happen as a result of stopping eating though...
According to the home, he spent the Tuesday shouting and screaming and a psychiatric doctor was called. He admitted him to Southend Hospital on the basis that he needed to be rehydrated before anything else could be done.
Mum and Dad arrived home on the morning of Thursday 26th April - Morphy and I met them at Southend Victoria as they wanted to avoid carrying the tandem up the steps at Prittlewell. In the afternoon, they, Phyllis and I went to see grandad on Stambridge Ward and it was a nasty shock. Grandad had deteriorated a great deal since Sunday. With a lot of effort, he was able to talk to us, but he was screaming in pain and gripping the rail on the side of his bed with both hands. Phyllis was very upset to see him like that and once dad arrived (he had spent about 10 minutes looking for somewhere to park the car), we left pretty quickly.
On the Sunday evening, my uncle Chris phoned to let us know that aunty Kathleen - my grandad's sister - had been taken into hospital in Bath. He had been on the phone to her finalising arrangements to go and see her on the 1st May when she said "Ooh, I'm having a funny turn". Not hearing any more, he called the emergency services and after the police broke the door down, an ambulance crew took her to hospital. She told them not to treat her as she had throat cancer and wanted to die. It turned out that she had a pulmonary thrombosis and she died the following afternoon - the 30th April.
During the following week, my grandad continued to deteriorate. I went to see him with my dad on the Friday, by which time he was heavily sedated on morphine and clearly had no idea we were there. They had stopped treatment by that stage as he has wanted to die for a long time and because he had been dehydrated, had a kidney infection and pneumonia. He died the next day - 5th May.
On the following day, my sister and her husband came to lunch. She was applying for a promotion and wanted my help in preparing some laminated worksheets for a model lesson she had to give. She was going to use the spectacularly ugly Comic Sans font for these as she has to use a "dyslexic-friendly" font. Fortunately, though, a bit of googling revealed some much nicer choices and we settled for a much more elegant but very readable font called "Myriad". Her interview was two days later - on the Tuesday - and that evening, she phoned to tell us that she had got the job.
I had a renal clinic on 9th May, which went very well. I was seen quickly, my creatinine was 149 and they don't want to see me again at clinic until July - all good news. They hadn't got my tacrolimus result back though - it seems the bloods lab had been behind since the bank holiday. They would have called me if there'd been a problem with that though, so it looks like my transplant is finally settling down!
Ted (who died in 1990) and Kathleen
It was Kathleen's funeral on 16th May and we drove up to Bath that morning to attend. We arrived in plenty of time and found a pub - The Forester & Flower - where we had some sandwiches, before going to the crematorium.
Afterwards, we went to The Jubilee for some food and then back to 'Abertawe', Kathleen's house in Tunley - so-called because she had lived in Swansea prior to that. Emptying a dead relative's house of its contents is, as one might expect, a rather strange experience. Having previously done a lot of work on the family tree, I was given the title of "Family Archivist" by Tricia that afternoon and so came away with all of Kathleen's photo albums and diaries.
On Thursday, I started the mammoth task of digitising some of this. The first thing that caught my eye was a photo album and typed account of a holiday to Tremezzo that she took with her husband Ted and sister Phyllis in 1961. I have created a web version of this, trying to make it look as much like the original as possible. I'm pretty pleased with the results.
Since then, I have scanned most of the family photos in her albums, including one of my great great uncles Hector and George. Hector was killed in a mine in Scranton, Pennsylvania in 1932 - something my grandad had mentioned occasionally.
This evening, I started work on Kathleen's diaries - modifying the SUCS Blogs system to allow the date to be set on entries rather than taking it as the current time. At some point, I should improve that code and add it to the SUCS version. We could also do with a new calendar-style view for the archive.